Su Zimo held his saber and walked through the dark mine, not daring to go too fast.
After a long ti, he stopped in his tracks and his vision cleared up.
The next mont, Su Zimo was t with a shocking scene.
There were more than ten thousand strong n kneeling on the ground, forming circles after circles. In the middle of these n was a pile of spirit stones the size of a small mountain, emanating a rich scent of spirit qi.
Those strong n were dressed in plain clothes and looked terrified – they were probably mortals who ca to mine the spirit stones.
On top of the pile sat an extrely handso young man. His black hair swayed lightly by itself as he spread his arms slightly open with his eyes closed.
Green streams of air floated out of the heads of the tens of thousands of n, entering the handso man’s body continuously.
The n’s cheeks were withering at a discernible pace and their eyes dimd as though their blood and essence had been drained instantly!
The Foundation Establishnt Cultivator who had escaped first into the spirit mine laid collapsed at the feet of the handso man, having turned into a dried corpse.
This man was the true murderer behind Linfeng City’s tragedy!
Su Zimo scanned the person using his Spirit Peering Art.
Perfected Foundation Establishnt!
Su Zimo was secretly shocked.
His current strength was not enough to even deal with a late-stage Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, let alone a perfected.
If he wanted to kill this man, he could not do it head-on – he could only rely on various techniques to close the gap!
Even though the power of a perfected Foundation Establishnt Cultivator was extrely strong, his body was definitely no match against Su Zimo’s.
That was Su Zimo’s only chance!
Suddenly, the handso man opened his narrow eyes – they were a sinister shade of green!
“Oh, it’s a Qi Refinent Warrior?”
The handso man’s voice carried a hint of surprise. Taking a deep breath of air, he let out an intoxicated expression. “Not bad, not bad. Your body’s essence is richer than the tens of thousands of people in Linfeng City added together!”
“Demon, hand over your life!”
Su Zimo scoffed coldly and leaped up, a crackling flash of lightning shining from his palm. “Thunder Spear!”
A spear ford from lightning appeared out of nowhere and shot towards the handso man.
“Hmm?”
The handso man exclaid softly, “Thunder art? A re Qi Refinent Warrior is able to utilize spirit arts?”
“Oh!”
As it approached, a flash of realization appeared in the handso man’s face as he smiled. “I got it. The source of power for this thunder art doesn’t co from your dantian. It’s from your blood!”
It rely took him a single look to be able to speak of the secret within Su Zimo’s blood.
Against the incoming thunder spear, the handso man smiled gently and flicked his finger, sending a green stream of light.
The two attacks collided as the two different powers corroded one another, producing an ear-piercing sound.
Thunder spear was the strongest killing move within the Void Thunder Manual.
But now, it was countered by a single flick of the handso man!
Su Zimo’s expression was unchanged. By now, he was already at the bottom of the spirit stones pile. With a single leap, he sprinted up.
Swoosh!
The handso man conjured seals with a single hand. His eyes glowed with green light as he pressed down.
A gigantic and ghastly green palm descended from the sky, almost blocking Su Zimo’s vision entirely.
Not daring to fight him head-on, Su Zimo quickly retreated.
Suddenly, the palm shattered in midair, forming streams of green light that chased after Su Zimo like snakes filled with life.
In terms of spirit arts, this handso man was many tis more brilliant than the thirty odd Foundation Establishnt Cultivators.
Su Zimo did not dare to clash head-on and rely continued to dodge. He ran circles around the pile of spirit stones as the snakes chased endlessly.
By now, Su Zimo was already using all his strength but he could not shake off the green snakes chasing after him.
All of a sudden!
He turned around and welcod the incoming green snakes with a slash.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
The saber split three green snakes into two right away. However, the remaining snakes sward forward and coiled around his Cold Moon Saber.
That initially sharp blade turned blunt right away.
Letting go of his saber in a sudden motion, Su Zimo strode forward with the Plow Heaven Stride. Exploding with a monstrous force, he ascended the spirit stones pile in three steps and arrived before the handso man.
Even without the Cold Moon Saber, Su Zimo’s lee combat strength was equally terrifying!
There were way too many killing techniques within The Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness. Any single one of them was more than enough to kill the handso man before him!
Bam!
Su Zimo slamd down with his palm as if he wanted to tear the world apart.
Suddenly, a bone staff appeared in the handso man’s palm. Crystalline, it was made from white bones with a skull on top that exuded a nefarious aura.
Chanting so weird sounds, the handso man suddenly poked his bone staff against Su Zimo’s palm.
Bang!
The power of the Ground-rupturing Palm shot off as the handso man’s body trembled. His palm cracked and the bone staff nearly slipped out of his hand.
All of a sudden, the skull on the top of the staff opened its mouth. As though it was alive ghastly light shone out of its sockets and it bit Su Zimo’s wrist!
“Hmm?”
Su Zimo’s expression changed.
The pain from his wrist was still bearable. However, Su Zimo could clearly feel his blood being drawn by an external force!
If this carried on, it wouldn’t be long before he ran out of blood and died like the people around him!
Bang! Boom! Boom!
Su Zimo gave a loud roar and channeled his blood with all his might, sending a reverberating sound of waves gushing from within his body.
The Power of Blood churned furiously and burst, almost shattering the bone staff.
The handso man narrowed his gaze and channeled his spirit energy furiously as well, causing the bone staff to emit a ghastly light.
The skull on top of the staff was still biting Su Zimo’s wrist tightly, gulping blood by the mouthful.
That initially white skull was gradually turning red.
Excitent danced in the handso man’s eyes as he laughed loudly. “What a pure power your blood contains. I really want to know how a Qi Refinent Warrior such as yourself managed to cultivate such a strong bloodline.”
The two of them fought in lee range. Even though it sounded slowly, everything happened in an instant.
Having lost the initiative, Su Zimo did not think further and grabbed the handso man’s head with his right hand!
Even though there was no longer demonic qi in his blood, Su Zimo’s palm was no different from the claws of a spirit demon. That single palm strike was more than enough to crush rocks into dust.
The handso man was in complete control of the situation. Without panicking at all, he conjured hand seals and hollered softly, “Blood Curse!”
In front of the handso man’s chest, a ghastly green ball of light appeared. It revolved and expanded, separating the distance between Su Zimo and the handso man.
Su Zimo’s right hand fell into the light ball. It was as if he was trapped in a quagmire and it was difficult to advance!
He was completely restricted!
Finally, Su Zimo’s expression changed.
At that mont, Su Zimo could clearly sense weakness coming from within his body.
If this continued, his blood essence would be devoured within 10 minutes!
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