Chapter 102: Mountain Scar (Second Update)

  Su Ming stood in the tribe that had become a ruin, looking at the crying man. His words did not get an answer. The man was Shan Gen. He knelt in the center of the tribe, his face showing pain, with complex emotions, guilt and sadness inside.

  Su Ming remained silent, he didn't make a move, as if waiting for Shan Hen's answer.

  After a long time, when the cold wind blew across the ground, swirling and making the scattered debris of the tribe fly around, Shan He stopped crying. He slowly got up, turned his head and looked towards Su Ming.

  Those eyes, with bloodshot and fatigue.

  That familiar gaze has become a stranger at this moment, that familiar person has also become a traitor of Wushan. If it weren't for him, the casualties in the tribe wouldn't be so tragic.

  "It was you who told Hei Shan Bu about our migration route." Su Ming gazed at Shan Hen, his expression sorrowful, and walked over.

  "When I returned, you were outside clearing out the Black Mountain tribe that was lurking around. At that time, you were scattered and no one noticed your tracks. You didn't kill those Black Mountain people within your territory, but instead let them continue on their way."

  His face turned pale, and he retreated a few steps with a wry smile, as if he didn't dare to face Su Ming's questioning.

  "That place is a trap... many of our tribesmen died there..."

  "After that, you have been hiding and not making a move until the most critical moment when I, Lei Chen, Grandfather Nan Song and you were left. You then took action, severely injuring Grandfather Nan Song and disrupting the situation..."

  "Do you really want to see the Hei Shan troops slaughter and massacre our people?" Su Ming's voice was hoarse as he spoke, his footsteps slow.

  The mountain god's expression became even more painful, and he retreated several steps back again.

  "I have two things I don't understand. Firstly, betraying your tribe, what was the reason for that? Secondly, you didn't let Beiling and his father choose to stay behind earlier, is it because you weren't confident that after severely injuring Nan Song's grandfather, these people could withstand the Black Mountain Tribe's leader's footsteps or because at that time, you had a pang of conscience." Su Ming's body swayed, directly approaching within twenty zhang of Shan Hen.

  "Tell me, why!"

  "Shut up!!" Yan Hen's face turned deathly pale, and he suddenly let out a loud roar. The pain and sadness in his eyes also burst forth at this moment, and he took several steps back, staring at Su Ming.

  "Don't... say it! There's no why, there isn't!" Shan Hen was in tears, his right hand raised, and immediately a bloody light flashed in his palm, as if the light wrapped around his arm, pointing at Su Ming.

  "Whether you are Su Ming or Mo Su, get out of here. I'm not dead yet, give me ten years. Ten years later, I will kill myself in this place."

  "If you continue to entangle, don't blame me for not cherishing the feelings of my kin!" The coldness of Shan Hen's past was no longer there, and at this moment, he was like a ferocious beast roaring in anger, his body swaying as if he was about to leave the tribe.

  "You've already chosen to betray, what's the point of mentioning kinship? When you hurt Grandfather Nan Song, did you ever think that if we all died there, our tribe's migration would be caught up by the pursuing soldiers, what awaited them!!" Su Ming gritted his teeth, holding the scale-blood spear in his right hand, and rushed towards Shan Hen.

  Su Ming's body transformed into a blood-colored rainbow, with countless moonlight silk threads floating behind him. In an instant, he approached the mountain mark, and a thunderous roar suddenly erupted in this once beautiful tribe.

  In that thunderous interval, the mountain scar howled and its right hand suddenly transformed into a blood-colored knife. The long spear collided with it, forming a shockwave that rolled out in all directions.

  "Blood mist!" Shan Hen's body retreated several steps, his face turned pale and suddenly spat out fresh blood. The blood in mid-air immediately burst into a bloody fog, rushing straight towards Su Ming.

  His cultivation was profound, and this dark blood dust technique was far beyond Su Ming's comparison. As soon as the technique came out, it instantly spread to a range of several dozen feet around him. If it landed on Su Ming's body, it would pass through like an arrow, but just as the bloody mist with piercing power approached Su Ming, Su Ming's eyes flashed with a crescent moon shadow in an instant. Today was the night of the full moon, today was the night of the full moon!

  The countless moonlight threads floating behind Su Ming suddenly rolled back in an instant, almost at the same moment when the bloody fog arrived. These moonlight threads gathered together in front of Su Ming, forming a silk screen that collided with the bloody fog.

  A loud crash, Su Ming's body shook, the moonlight threads in front of him shattered inch by inch, but the blood mist also dissipated like a wild wind sweeping past, disappearing into thin air.

  At the same time, the mountain scar corner overflowed with fresh blood, his body continuously retreated several feet, suddenly jumped up, and did not fight again, but wanted to leave this place quickly.

  Su Ming couldn't let him get away, his body flashed and he suddenly counterattacked, but as soon as he got close, Shan Hen fiercely turned around, his eyes revealing pain at the same time, with a murderous intent.

  "Su Ming, this is what you've forced me to do!" Shan Hen let out a loud roar, and his hand holding the Blood Knife suddenly rose. In an instant, on his face, a knife-shaped tattoo appeared, this was his own totem!

  At the same time as the wild pattern appeared, behind Shan Hen's back, a red large knife suddenly appeared out of thin air, and with its first slash, the shadow of the red large knife passed through his body, carrying a fierce killing intent, and rushed straight at Su Ming to behead him.

  This sword, stunning and unparalleled, is Shanhe's strongest blow as the leader of the Wushan Hunting Team! Many people and beasts have died under this sword of his!

  By Su Ming's side, the large amount of moonlight that had descended suddenly transformed into strands of silk threads, wrapping around the incoming slash, but at the moment they touched the knife shadow, they were cut off simultaneously.

  Just as the knife was about to fall, Su Ming's eyes suddenly had a flame spreading in them, as if his pupils were ignited. At the same time, Su Ming's body felt an intense burning sensation, as if there was a fierce fire burning inside him that could scorch the heavens and earth!

  On this full moon night, the flames were more intense than any other day. Su Ming didn't roar, but with his eyes burning, he raised his right hand and pressed down on the incoming Blood Knife with a palm strike.

  His entire body, in this instant, erupted into a blaze of flames that enveloped his form, seemingly transforming him into a colossal being of fire. This fiery entity appeared to draw in a breath towards the full moon hanging in the sky. In that moment, it was as if the moonlight from the heavens was sucked towards him, causing the surroundings to dim instantly.

  "Fire!" Su Ming said softly, and as he chased after the fleeing figure, he could feel the fire within him, under the light of the full moon, waiting to erupt at his slightest thought.

  But then the giant flame man, with Su Ming's right hand palm, suddenly rushed towards the incoming blood knife. In the process of rushing, his figure was no longer like a human, but transformed into a sea of flames, burning away.

  The deafening sound shook the heavens and earth at this moment, the sea of fire and blood knife collapsed simultaneously. The mountain god's expression revealed an unbelievable look, spitting out fresh blood. He was already seriously injured, and at this moment, he could not bear it anymore. His body rolled back, and in mid-air, he spat out fresh blood again, stumbling and retreating hastily.

  Su Ming's mouth overflowed with fresh blood, and the blood that fell on the accumulated snow on the ground immediately made the snowy ground seem to be burning with flames, instantly melting a large piece of it. Just as the mountain mark was about to escape, Su Ming suddenly took a step forward, his hand holding the scale-blood spear fiercely striking out.

  The whistling vortex transformed into a blood-colored giant eagle, landing in front of Shanhe's escape route with a loud crash, stirring up a shockwave that momentarily halted Shanhe's body.

  At the same time as his meal, Su Ming's foot stepped on the ground, and immediately a stone knife that was left behind by his tribe during their migration popped up from the snowy ground beside him. He grasped it in one hand, and his body flashed away instantly, approaching the mountain mark in the blink of an eye, and stabbed with one knife.

  "I won't die!" The mountain scar's face was ferocious, and at the moment Su Ming's knife came, his right hand's five fingers weakly flashed a red light, and suddenly transformed into a red knife. Almost simultaneously, both of them stabbed into each other's bodies.

  "Give me ten years, just ten years!!" Shan Hen panted heavily, screaming in agony amidst the pain of his body.

  "When I was young, you were a senior I admired very much. I knew your indifference was something you had to do because of the weight of your responsibilities. You had to protect the tribe, and the tribe needed someone like Peng Shou who was gentle, but also needed a ruthless person."

  "So you chose cruelty... This stab in the back is how I thank you for your past protection of the tribe."

  "But I will never forgive you, and the tribesmen who died under your betrayal will not forgive you either!" Su Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, his body stuck to the mountain mark, his right hand holding that stone knife fiercely pulled out again.

  "This knife was given to you by the deceased elderly people of the tribe."

  "This knife is for the tribe to protect the non-waste tribesmen who died for the chief." Su Ming whispered in Shan Hen's ear, and stabbed again.

  "This sword is Ural's."

  "This sword, is Liu Di's." Su Ming's eyes were filled with tears, carrying sorrow, and he continuously stabbed, each strike making the body of Shan Hen, who was leaning against him, tremble. The fresh blood at the corner of his mouth flowed incessantly, as did his tears, pain and injury intertwined.

  "This knife, is South Song's grandfather's." Su Ming gazed at the ruins of the tribe, supporting Shan Hen to prevent him from falling, his body pushing forward, his right hand's knife stabbed out again, as he pushed, a trail of shocking bloodstains flowed on the snowy ground beneath their feet, until Su Ming pushed Shan Hen against a relatively intact giant wooden fence surrounding the tribe.

  With a loud crash, at the same time the fence shook, Su Ming stabbed out with his knife once again.

  "This knife belongs to Grandfather."

  "This knife, is mine." Su Ming said in a low voice, and with the stone dagger in his hand, he deeply stabbed into Shanhe's heart. Shanhe fell onto Su Ming's body, his body constantly convulsing, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.

  The surroundings were silent, and the entire tribe was empty except for the two of them. They seemed to be embracing each other. Su Ming closed his eyes, and after a long while, he slowly retreated several steps. Shan Hen's corpse slumped to the ground, his eyes had lost their luster, as if he couldn't see Su Ming's existence. He struggled to lift his trembling right hand, and from his chest pocket, he took out a piece of bone.

  It was a very small bone, looking like an infant's leg bone. As he grasped the small bone, tears flowed from Shanhe's dull and lifeless eyes.

  In those tears, he lost his breath and his life was gone.