Chapter 89 Let bygones be bygones

  He realized that in the Wind Village, the person who appeared before him with the same ability as himself was Su Ming.

  He understood that in the Wind Sutra Mudstone City, his Wu Shan Department's residence, that night when he returned with fatigue, looking at the floating mass of his own brow blood in the room, he was astonished and guessed continuously... Su Ming!

  At this moment, he looked at Su Ming standing in front of him, and in a daze, on Su Ming's body, he seemed to see the figure that returned from the first trial, the figure that was stared at by everyone. At this moment, it was so familiar, he understood, that... was also Su Ming!

  All these thoughts, at this moment like countless thunderbolts in Beiling's mind, as if they had turned into a large number of lightning bolts that pierced through his brain, making his body tremble, and he didn't dare to believe all this. He found it hard to believe that Su Ming had unknowingly possessed such cultivation, silently and soundlessly reaching the point where he could hold his head high and look up at him with reverence.

  This in his memory, the one who had always been jealous of him, despised by him from the bottom of his heart, and even spoke coldly to him, Su Ming, now made Beiling's heart complicated.

  That complexity made him seem to forget that he was still on the battlefield, forget that he was in a fierce battle, forget everything, and his mind was blank and confused.

  "How is this..." Beiling murmured, his voice barely audible. Dusting was tightly embracing him, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were fixed on Beiling's pale complexion and the unyielding back that had stood firm like a mountain just moments before.

  All of this happened slowly, but in reality it was almost the moment when Su Ming's spear arrived and landed on the ground, stirring up a loud wave of air. In the instant when the big man who held the knife collapsed, Su Ming took a step forward with his body, his speed so fast that he turned into a residual shadow rushing towards the person on the left who was retreating back in disorder due to being swept by the air wave. This person was about fifty years old and had only cultivated to the fifth layer of the Congealing Blood Realm.

  He had just retreated a few steps when suddenly his eyes blurred, and his pupils contracted as if he was about to take a big step back. A strong sense of crisis suddenly descended upon him, but Su Ming's speed was too fast. Before this man could retreat again, he appeared in an instant, his entire body radiating a ferocious aura, with anger and killing intent. He didn't use his fists, but instead used his body to violently collide with the black mountain giant's chest.

  The sound of cracking echoed, the big Han from Hei Shan spat out fresh blood from the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, his back exploded, unable to withstand the powerful force from Su Ming. In an instant, every bone in his body was shattered, and his body flew backward. Before he even hit the ground, he died on the spot.

  The hatred in Su Ming's eyes did not decrease, but instead became even more intense. He hated every single person from the Black Mountain Tribe. At this moment, he suddenly turned around and stared fixedly at the last of the three Black Mountain savages who had tried to kill Bei Ling, who was not far away.

  This man was robust and sturdy, but not tall. The ferocious smile and excited gaze he had when chasing Northern Ling earlier suddenly changed, the smile turned into shock, and his eyes were filled with fear. He stared blankly as Su Ming killed one person in a shocking manner, and then another with just one thrust of his spear.

  A clean and swift scene gave this big man a cruel and crazy feeling, his heart pounding, when Su Ming's gaze fell on him, he immediately let out a terrified scream, recklessly wanting to retreat, he was afraid, in his feelings, at this moment Su Ming was absolutely the leader of the Wushan Department, such a person, was not someone he could resist.

  But just as the big man retreated less than three steps, a sharp and shrill whistle suddenly rose, and an arrow shot from afar, piercing through the void, arriving in an instant, bringing out a stream of fresh blood from the big man's neck, directly penetrating and passing through, falling onto a nearby large tree, making a "thud" sound, causing the tree to tremble.

  The big man grasped his neck, with fresh blood constantly flowing out, his eyes dimmed, and fell to the ground. The corpse was trampled by people from both tribes who were killing each other around him from time to time.

  In the distance, the commander, with a look of fatigue, quickly withdrew his gaze from here and continued to fight with his enemy, the leader of the eighth layer of the Black Mountain Department, Cong Xue.

  Su Ming walked towards Bei Ling, stopped in front of him, picked up the spear that was stuck in the snowy ground, pulled it out fiercely, and just as he was about to look for the Black Mountain Tribe people to continue killing, a complex and hesitant voice came from beside his ear.

  "Thank you......" The voice was mixed with the killing and wailing in this war, and it sounded very weak. Su Ming seemed to have not heard it, pulled out his long spear and walked forward, but he took a few steps and then paused slightly.

  "What's past is past... For Dusty, you have to live on well..." Su Ming took a step forward, his body rushing towards the crowd of people fighting not far away.

  Just as Su Ming was rushing forward, a cold gaze suddenly looked at him from the distant fence. It was a man wearing a coarse linen shirt, looking around 40 years old, with a strong and powerful physique, like an iron tower. His body was covered in blood, but almost all of it belonged to the barbarians of Wushan Tribe.

  His body's internal energy was overwhelming, and judging from his appearance, he seemed to have reached the eighth layer of Blood Condensation. He was almost on par with Ye Wang, who had once fought Su Ming.

  In the instant he looked at Su Ming, this man's right hand rose, and in his hand was a long bone knife. As his hand rose and fell, it beheaded an Ushan tribe member who had been fighting him to the death.

  The man hadn't even had time to react before his head was torn from his body, and it was tossed through the air by the attacker, flying straight towards Su Ming.

  That skull with hot blood fell under Su Ming's feet, the fresh blood stained the snow red, and that patch of snowy ground quickly melted into a pool of blood.

  Su Ming's footsteps paused, his eyes filled with bloodshot gaze lifted up to meet the big man's in this battlefield, separated by the crowd, intersecting together. Su Ming saw the cruelty and coldness in the big man's eyes, while the big man also saw the madness and killing intent in Su Ming's eyes.

  The eyes of the two men met in an instant, and the big man moved. He swayed his body and sprang up, rushing towards Su Ming. Su Ming's right foot stomped on the ground, and his body also quickly sprang up, charging towards the big man!

  This big Han can wear coarse hemp shirts instead of animal skins, obviously with a high status in the Black Mountain Department. Being able to kill such a person must have dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the Black Mountain Department.

  The big Han moved, and due to his different identity, he immediately caught the attention of many Montenegrin tribesmen in this land battle, as if he was driven by momentum, and they rushed forward with strange cries.

  As the two drew closer and closer, in an instant, they suddenly converged, unfolding a fierce battle of life and death.

  But just at this moment, in front of the Wushan tribe, the chief of the Wushan tribe spewed out blood and turned pale. His body retreated, but he saw that more than half of the Heishan tribe had died in front of him. However, a big man wearing black clothes suddenly appeared, just like the two who fought with Ah Gong before. With his astonishing cultivation, he shocked and forced back the chief of the Wushan tribe at once.

  The black-clad giant's eyes were dull, but they revealed a bloodthirsty color. He strode forward with large steps, followed by two black mountain barbarians behind him, and chased after the retreating tribal chief. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to want to kill the injured tribal chief in one blow. By the tribal chief's side, the tribal warriors who had fought alongside him before had all died from exploding bloodlines during the previous battle. At this moment, only he was left standing at the front of the crowd.

  At this critical moment, the tribal leader of Wushan could not avoid this life-and-death juncture. In the midst of the angry and sorrowful crowd in the rear, a person suddenly rushed out from the crowd. This person was an old man, who was none other than Nan Song of the Wushan tribe!

  He stepped out, seemingly letting out a light sigh, his right foot stomping the ground, without making too loud of a noise. However, the black-clad large man who was chasing after the Ushan tribe's leader suddenly stumbled, as if he had tripped over his own feet. His expression revealed shock at the same time that Nan Song walked out and appeared in front of him. With his lean right arm, he threw a punch, forcefully stopping the other's pursuit. The two clashed together before the eyes of the tribe.

  But beside the black-clad giant, there were two Black Mountain savages following him. One of them was even the leader of the Black Mountain tribe, holding a large bow. Although he was terrified by Nan Song's arrival, with the black-clad man present, he gritted his teeth and leapt forward, pursuing Ushan Tribe's chief with all his might. His eyes revealed cruelty and excitement, for he could imagine that if he killed Ushan Tribe's chief and took his head, he would achieve great merit in the tribe.

  The Wushan clan leader let out a miserable laugh. He was still several zhang away from the crowd protected by the light, but now he understood that he couldn't go back.

  But in his eyes, there was no regret, only reluctance. He did not regret dying in battle; as the tribe's leader, it was an honor to die for the tribe. What he could not bear was...leaving the tribe so soon, without having led his people to a safe place...

  The crisis of the tribal leader was seen by Su Ming and many others, but in the midst of the Black Mountain tribe's ferocity, no one could rush to his aid. After all, it was a matter of life and death for the Wushan tribal leader, and the Heishan tribe was similarly entangled in excitement, tightly trapping every single Wushan warrior.

  Su Ming wanted to rush over, but the big man from the Black Mountain Sect wearing a coarse linen shirt blocked his way with a cold smile, making it impossible for Su Ming to get past him, and he didn't even have the chance to throw out his long spear.

  At this critical moment, just as the Ushan tribe seemed unable to avoid this life-and-death instant, more than a dozen young people from the ordinary Ushan tribe, who were protected by the light of the barbarian, stood at the forefront, closest to the tribal chief.

  These young men, each with a trembling body, are a group of people in the tribe who mix and wait for death. They do not have a strong physique, nor do they have a robust body. Often, on ordinary days when the tribespeople work hard, most of them are idle and at ease. Because their families had once produced warriors who died in battle, they feel that they have some special rights. No matter what they do, as long as they don't betray the tribe, they will go on like this for a lifetime.

  They have not forgotten the glory that once was in their home, but they did not choose to inherit this glory. Instead, they chose to use this glory as an excuse for their own laziness and indulgence.

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