Martial World's
Ch 314 - Night of Flowing Blood
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"You ... you …!"
Chi Yue spewed blood, her left hand grasping the spear shaft while her right hand futilely reached out as if here trying to hold something. His face was tinged with disbelief, the fact that he could neither reconcile nor resign. He did not think that one day, he would actually die at the hands of a young boy. Not only that, but the cultivation of this youngster would be at the trivial initial Pulse Condensation period!
Plash!
Chi Yue knelt down, the light was already gone from her eyes.
In the end, Chi Yue was only a most basic martial artist from a non-sect background. The reason he could rule in the Southern Wilderness was because it was a very remote location. But his talent, compared to geniuses like Jiang Baoyun or Qin Wuxin, was completely meaningless.
The strongest talent Chi Yue knew was the Feather Emperor of the Southern Wilderness. But even the talent of the Feather Emperor could not compare to someone like Lin Ming.
Lin Ming pulled out the Purple Comet Spear with a burst of blood, and then the body was kicked just like that onto the floor. This was his tomb, where he could go through all his regrets.
At this moment, Fat Head was a pale gray, as his flame of hope faded. His fat body was shaking. What just happened was no different from a nightmare. The Fire Worm Clan Founders and the unexpected Shaman actually died like this? Until the moment the purple spear pierced through Chi Yue's throat, the Fat Lord was still unable to believe this. This boy is a demon!
All the slave girls in the room felt as if they were in a dream. In their eyes, the Fire Worm Shaman was like an evil dark god, extremely powerful. Yet he was actually killed by this 17 or 18 year old boy !?
How terrifying was the existence of this young man? Did he reincarnate from a Witch, come to save them?
Lin Ming looked at his right hand, a very satisfied smile crossing his lips. With the combination of the blue true essence and the Tempering Marrow boundary, his defensive power had increased by another qualitative level. He could even use his bare hands to block the Flame Essence Chi Yue fire attack.
As for the fire power that had sunk into Lin Ming's body, it was completely suppressed by the perverted Seed God. It had failed to cause the slightest damage to Lin Ming's meridians.
The last time he met Chi Yue, he couldn't even think of controlling the enemy's flames. Apparently, the effects of the Heretical Seed God to control the power of fire were closely correlated with Lin Ming's own strength.
As he exterminated the last bit of remaining fire in his palm, Lin Ming turned to look at the high-level Fire Worm character left in the – Fat Head spiral tower.
"What ... what do you want? I ... I can give you .. "The Fat Leader trembled as he stepped back, his voice trembling. The guards that perished around him were only at the Bone Forging stage. On the battlefield, they were akin to sharp blades moving forward. But compared to the Fire Worm Shaman, they were nothing more than weak insects. In front of this demon, they were not even worth mentioning; none of them could give the Fat Chief a sense of security.
Lin Ming glared at Fat Chief with a look of hatred filled with disgust. This was a completely degenerate piece of trash, which should not exist in this world. He casually flicked his spear and coldly said, “You don't have anything worth my interest in. I'd just like one thing from you, and that's for you to die. ”
"No .. Don't kill me, don't kill me! I can give you wealth, I can give you beautiful women! Even thrones! ”The Fat Head's face had already shrunk together; his entire fat body could not stop swaying in fear. At this moment, he was completely desperate. What the hell's been going on? He had sent a sound transmission talisman yet no one had come yet? Where are the masters of the Fire Worm Clan? There was a very loud sound .. If they did not hear the sound transmitting talisman, they should at least hear a loud explosion and collision.
Were they all killed?
Realizing this, the Fat Head's heart sank into despair.
As Lin Ming approached, step by step, each and every footstep seemed to be clinging to the heart of Fat Head. The invisible pressure surged, making it difficult to breathe. A slave girl knelt down, threw herself on the floor in the deepest kowtow, her eyes full of worship and worship, fully honoring and performing the Witch ritual.
The entire body of Fat Head was drenched in cold sweat. He was too scared; even the group of Bone Forging stage deathworn in front of him could not withstand this terrifying pressure.
"Kill him!"
The guard captain suddenly screamed, and over 20 deaths retrieved their weapons, rushing to take down Lin Ming.
Lin Ming glanced at them expressionlessly, then coldly said, "All of you .. walk the path of death!"
Cha!
The Purple Comet Spear pierced out, and countless rays of dazzling purple and white lightning lit up along the speartip. It was as if a purple sun had appeared within the room.
The peng! The peng! The peng!
More than 20 dead people were impaled by these electric lights. The power of thunder damaged their bodies, destroying their meridians and cooking their organs. They died before falling to the ground.
In one spear thrust, more than 20 deaths had died. Now there was only the Fat Lord left!
Several slave girls witnessed this scene in abstract horror. In one spear, over 20 top masters had been killed; this was even more shocking than Lin Ming killing the Fire Worm Shaman before. These tribes of female slave houses had been trampled by the Fire Worm troops. They had watched these top masters casually kill their most daring tribal warriors. But now, they were all dead on this youngster's spear!
What kind of terrifying power is this?
The witch!
The Witch has sent her messenger to save them!
Some slave girls prostrated themselves in godly worship. The Fat Head was sad; he slumped to the ground, his knees were trembling and weak. He was usually a monster that held the lives of others in his hands, he knew how terrifying death was.
As his voice fell, Lin Ming's disciples suddenly turned into swirling black vortexes.
The peng!
The Fat Chief's eyes exploded, blood leaking from his head. The Fat Head had just reached the Viscera Training stage by relying on pills. Under the strength of Lin Ming Samsara's martial intent, his spiritual sea instantly exploded, his brain already being a slurry of gray matter.
Now there was only a group of slave girls left in the room. They knelt towards Lin Ming, trembling.
“You can all go now. '' Lin Ming was not a ruthless assassin who killed uncompromisingly. The reason he killed those dead guards earlier was because their murderous aura was too heavy. They had followed the Fire Worm Tribe into many wars throughout the year, and had killed too many innocents and committed too many underhanded deeds. They had chosen to walk the path of death, and now the assassins became the ones who were killed.
As he spoke, he thrust his spear into the dying fire brat on the ground. Suddenly, a deep red fireball shot out from the chest of the fire boy, shooting straight towards the window!
Hit it!
The red fireball flew into the window opening and bounced back as if it was crashing into an extremely difficult wall. The window seemed to be covered by an invisible, unbreakable film.
Lin Ming calmly put away the Purple Comet Spear. Before he entered the spiral tower, he had laid down a dreamland charm.
The Dreamland Pearl charm that Mu Qianyu had given him could only be broken by a martial artist at the Xiantian realm or above. This mid-level human-small-step Flame Essence was naturally useless against him.
'So, this Flame Flame Essence is actually the Earthcore Crimson Flame …'
As Lin Ming thought, he casually threw out several hundred blue true essence threads that shackled the Flame Essence. Recently, he had read many ancient texts depicting the various Flame Essences and Thunder Souls, and he now had an excellent understanding of them. Eternal Flame was merely a name given to him by the Fire Worm Tribe. But, this Flame Essence, within the Sky Spill Continent, was called the Earthcore Crimson Flame.
'The Earthcore Crimson Flame was a medium-level human-step Flame Essence. Although its value was not very high, it had been carefully developed by the Fire Worm Tribe for many years. His strength was already approaching the top of his class. '
When the Flame Essence was born into the world, its value was already determined and could not be changed. However, his strength could be slowly raised. This Crimson Flame Earthcore had been built for a long period of time, and the energy within it was close to the maximum amount of saturation. This saved Lin Ming a lot of time.
“Once I swallow this Flame Essence, I wonder what level the Flame Essence Flame God Seed will rise to. '' Lin Ming muttered, his fingers intertwined as he began to seal the Flame Essence.
Whether it was Flame Essence or Thunder Soul, this was an object that could not be directly stored in the spatial ring; there had to be special preparations. The fire attribute or thunder attribute of martial artists had to use the true essence of their inner element and seal it. Lin Ming had specially studied this kind of seal, and he could now seal the Human Flame Essence step. However, he could not deal with the Earth-step Flame Essence.
After the Flame Essence was sealed firmly, Lin Ming discovered that the group of slave girls had not left, but were actually kneeling on the floor.
"You haven't left yet?"
The women continued to bow. One of them spoke, his voice vibrated, “Sorcerer. Everyone dies, if we leave we'll die. I beg the Envoy of Witches to save us .. please ... we will do anything … "
The woman's voice did not believe him at all. His deepest wish was to follow Lin Ming as his slave or maid, but he knew that he did not possess the qualifications.
As he listened to the sobs of this woman, Lin Ming sighed. This is a world where power reigns. The strong rule the weak, and the weak surrender. This type of unspoken law continued for countless years.
The woman's voice did not believe him at all. His deepest wish was to follow Lin Ming as his slave or maid, but he knew that he did not possess the qualifications.
As he listened to the sobs of this woman, Lin Ming sighed. This is a world where power reigns. The strong rule the weak, and the weak surrender. This type of unspoken law continued for countless years.
Lin Ming was not a soft-willed weakling. He knows that the existence of tragedy is the rule of the world, he knows that heinous crimes and terrible deeds are committed everywhere, and he also knows that he cannot save everyone. But, since he had met these women, he would naturally not turn a blind eye to their suffering.
"Say, who here deserves to die?"
The woman who spoke was stunned. He immediately clenched his teeth and slowly said, "Those who can live in the heart of the Fire Worm Clan are all high-level members. If they did not follow the army, plundering, pillaging, looting, and killing countless innocent people, then how did they gather their military exploits and reach their present position? ”
Lin Ming was somewhat surprised to see this woman. Even though he was a slave and even though he was afraid, his words were still clear and his thoughts were rational. Before she was captured, she was most likely the daughter of some noble family. Of course, this isn't weird. If a slave was chosen to serve on the side of the Flame Worm Head, then their background would not be ordinary.
"I understand . ”
Lin Ming took out the Purple Comet Spear from his spatial ring and removed the dreamland enchantment.
Then he jumped out the window, disappearing into the endless dark night.
After seeing Lin Ming leave, the women looked at him, feeling anxious and helpless.
But quickly, they heard shouts coming from outside the spiral tower.
The slave girls rushed to the window, looked outside, and saw streaks of purple lightning twinkling in the dark. In an instant, seven or eight people were burned to ashes. The women's minds were shaking, shocked. The ones who had died were masters of the Fire Worm Clan or figures who held true power. Just by choosing one of them, one would see a great figure that encouraged respect. But now, this black-clothed youth was actually cutting them all like ants.
Even though the women already knew Lin Ming's strength, watching him once again made them startled.
Long spears waved, thunder and fire danced together. With each puncture, several – or even a dozen people, died at once. And among these people, the worst among them was at the Bone Forging stage, and there were many who had even reached the Pulse Condensation period.
Tonight is destined to be a night of flowing blood …