Chapter 100: Beheading Him in Person!

  The red mangosteen flashed past his side and disappeared without a trace.

  The tall, dark-skinned man trembled, and the one next to him, who was also trembling, exchanged a glance with him. They both saw the fear in each other's eyes, but they still couldn't tell if the other was human or beast. However, the countless threads that floated after the red light they had just seen gave them an illusion as if it were hair.

  "Who!! Who are you, come out!!" The black mountain tribesmen below immediately shouted.

  In the midst of the Black Mountain tribe's howls, the Black Mountain elder's face turned pale, his right hand suddenly raised, and with a press on his chest, his entire body burst forth with blood light. Despite being injured, he exchanged his injuries for a brief surge of energy, not to fight, but to unfold at full speed, dashing towards that thicket, disappearing into the darkness in an instant.

  The remaining Black Mountain tribe members, who were about to turn around and flee in the midst of their howling, suddenly saw a red light flash before them. The light encircled one of them for a moment before transforming into Su Ming's figure, standing behind the man.

  The black-clad man's mouth was overflowing with fresh blood, his entire body wracked with pain. A thin thread of moonlight had bound him tightly, piercing deep into his flesh and constricting him to the point where he felt death approaching. At this moment, he could faintly hear the sound of breathing coming from behind him, struggling to turn his head to take a look at the mysterious figure that filled him with terror - who was it?

  But he couldn't turn back, his body shook and split into four or five pieces.

  Su Ming was panting heavily, he had been fighting since the tribe's migration began, and the hidden dangers that existed in his body before were being suppressed again and again. If it weren't for the moonlight on that night, allowing his body to slowly recover, he would have already collapsed from exhaustion.

  Tonight is the full moon, and the mysterious power in the moonlight has reached its peak, making Su Ming's blood seem to burn and boil, allowing him to persist for a longer time, allowing him to suppress all hidden dangers, and allowing him to complete his killing move.

  He held three skulls in his hand, gazing at the distant thicket, walking calmly step by step.

  "I'll only kill you, the chief of Hei Shan Department. Your status is so noble that I will make your death very glorious. However, on one condition: you must run quickly and find your reinforcements quickly." Su Ming licked his lips, then suddenly accelerated forward, transforming into a red rainbow with countless moonlight silk threads, rushing straight ahead.

  The head of the Black Mountain tribe, this forty-year-old giant, held a high position, second only to Mo Gu and Bi Su in the entire tribe. He should have led his people to slaughter the Wu Shan tribe, taking pleasure in their women while the Wu Shan men were forced to watch, drinking and laughing wildly as they ravaged them, then beheading the enraged Wu Shan men to achieve a frenzied state of euphoria.

  This was his desire, the wish he had when he launched the invasion of Wushan under the barbarian king's order. He even told this wish to all the tribesmen who went into battle, and in their excited and strange cries, the war began.

  But at this moment, he was in a sorry state, his body battered and bruised, covered in blood, and had lost all will to fight. He had been shaken by the rebellion of Wushan, injured by Nansong, and then reacted during that escape, just planning to recover from his injuries and chase after them, but instead encountered that mysterious figure like a nightmare again.

  The tribesman who died before him, the separation of his head and body made him feel a deep sense of terror. He couldn't see the other person, he could only see that red rainbow.

  He was exhausted, he didn't have the courage to turn back and fight to the death, nor did he have the courage to blow himself up with blood. Because he wasn't an ordinary barbarian, he was the chief of the Black Mountain tribe. Because he knew that the reinforcements from Black Mountain were on their way, and it was very likely that they weren't far away from him, as long as he could speed up a bit, he could meet up with them.

  At this moment, fresh blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and the fatigue of his body surged twice as much. The explosion just now had reached its limit with the fading of his bodily glow. In the stumbling sprint, he didn't dare to stop, but the speed was uncontrollably slower.

  Just then, at the moment when he had slowed down his speed, the eerie howl that terrified him to the extreme came again from behind him. This howl was similar to the sound of the Black Mountain troops chasing and killing the Wushan people, but it was even more mournful.

  As the Black Mountain tribe leader heard this, his mind seemed to be on the verge of collapse. At the same time, a whistling sound suddenly appeared and rushed towards the back of the Black Mountain tribe leader. He gritted his teeth and turned around abruptly, letting out a loud roar as he punched out with all his might. But in that instant when his fist was about to land, what appeared before his eyes was a head that had been thrown at high speed.

  One punch landed on that skull, and in the eyes of the Black Mountain tribe's chief, apart from the bursting flesh and blood, there was also a red rainbow flashing by in the distance. Behind the rainbow, countless threads were pulled, mysterious and unpredictable.

  A shrill cry, blood spurted out, and the Black Mountain tribe leader's entire right arm was severed from his body. In the flashing red light, in front of this Black Mountain tribe leader, he stared wide-eyed at his own shattered right arm.

  Fear enveloped the Black Mountain tribe's chief, he bit his tongue and fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Behind him, a gigantic shadowy figure emerged, its paws grasping his body, throwing him fiercely towards the distant thicket. Borrowing this force, the Black Mountain tribe's chief fled desperately.

  That blood bear, after throwing away the Black Mountain tribe's elder, was immediately enveloped by the moonlight silk. After a few rounds, the blood bear collapsed and disappeared into the earth. Su Ming's figure emerged, his face pale, but his eyes still calm, only the corners of his mouth had a cruel smile.

  "Time's up, it should be about time." Su Ming took a deep breath, the moonlight on his body seeped into his wounds, nourishing his body and maintaining the strength he needed for what he was going to do next.

  Looking at the place where Hei Shan Zu Long escaped, Su Ming's body flashed forward and chased after him again.

  Its speed was faster than that of the Wusun tribe, but Su Ming was neither slow nor hurried, with a strange glow flashing in his eyes. He knew that the crisis of the tribe had not completely dissipated, and from the actions of the Black Mountain tribe leader, he could easily guess that there were still reinforcements in Black Mountain.

  So, he didn't rush to kill the Black Mountain tribe leader, but instead followed closely behind him. As time passed between the tribes living together, a kind of blood connection would form, allowing them to vaguely sense each other's existence. Su Ming was aware of this, and although he didn't know where the reinforcements from Black Mountain were, the tribe leader must have known.

  By driving them out, this batch of reinforcements can be found and completely annihilated, only then can the tribe's migration be thoroughly safe.

  And also, the timing of the death of this Black Mountain clan leader needs to be cleverly arranged. If he can die in front of those reinforcements, it will deal a crushing blow to their morale, making it easier for Su Ming to slaughter them when they are exhausted.

  Time flies, after the time of two incense sticks, the black mountain tribe's long-haired madman runs wildly. His right arm has been lost, but at this moment he can't care about it. As he runs, his eyes reveal a longing for life. He doesn't want to die. He can vaguely feel from his blood that the reinforcements of the tribe are not far away, just ahead.

  Even he could vaguely smell the breath of that tribal person, whose eyes had a more intense longing for life. In these forty years, he had never been so humiliated, had never been so fearful, and even now his feelings were heavier than when facing Nan Song.

  Because of Nan Song, he could see that the mysterious pursuer behind him had never seen his appearance from start to finish. The only thing he saw was the blood-red glow and the countless long silk threads.

  It was at this moment that the mournful and eerie cry which drove him mad, once again echoed from behind, a sound like the death knell, each time it appeared, brought to the Black Mountain tribe's chief unbearable pain and fear.

  Even at this moment, as soon as he heard the sound, he immediately spat out blood, and his internal injuries and fatigue seemed unbearable, like a bird with an arrow wound, which would fall to the ground in fear when it heard the bowstring.

  "Who are you! Who the hell are you!!" The loud roar of the Black Mountain tribe's chief, his face deathly pale, once again saw the source of his terror, that blood-red rainbow and countless silk threads, which wrapped around his body, causing the chief's left arm to suddenly separate from his torso and collapse into a bloody mess.

  In the midst of wailing, this black mountain clan elder was despairing, but his despair, however, at the same time it emerged, transformed into a strong yearning for survival, because in his ears, he once again heard a strange cry, only this strange cry did not make him fearful, but rather ecstatic.

  That is the voice of their Hei Shan tribe!

  He let out a loud, hoarse shout and hastily retreated backwards, exerting all his strength to run wildly towards the direction where the voices of his people came from, with only one thought in his mind - to reunite with his tribe.

  Soon, on the vast expanse of snow-covered land with sparse dead trees in front, he saw the five figures rushing out of the forest. These figures were so familiar to him.

  At the same time he saw these tribesmen, the arriving Montenegrin reinforcements also saw their tribal leader, who had always held a high and respected position in their tribe!

  At this moment, the tribal leader in their eyes had never seen such a sorry state. The fear in his eyes, the blood all over his body, and the loss of both arms made these Black Mountain reinforcements change color one by one, and they naturally showed fear as if facing a great enemy. They couldn't believe that the tribal leader led so many people to pursue him, but now he was alone, and the fearful look on his face seemed as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.

  "Save me!!" The Black Mountain tribe leader, after seeing his tribesmen, emerged from despair with a strong sense of surprise and joy. But just as the tribesmen were about to arrive, a red longbow suddenly appeared behind the Black Mountain tribe leader, its speed so fast that it was upon them in an instant. In the eyes of the arriving tribesmen, amidst the mournful cries and unwillingness of the Black Mountain tribe leader, the red glow enveloped him in one sweep.

  The black mountain tribe's long body suddenly broke in half at the waist, and in that rapid run, blood splattered everywhere. The lower body fell to the ground, its legs still twitching, but the eyes of the upper body were a mixture of shock, despair, and deathly silence, forming an eerie sight that sent chills down one's spine.

  Those black mountain reinforcements were all shocked, their faces pale with fear, the tribe leader died in front of them, this thing they had never experienced before made their hearts tremble with fear, terror spreading throughout their bodies.

  They saw that after the patriarch was killed, Hong Mang flashed and transformed into a weak figure. This figure abandoned a large bow, holding a long spear in his hand, with moonlight behind him like silk threads, fluttering and spreading over an area of more than ten zhang.

  What an imposing manner!

  This was a youth, at least in appearance, with a calm expression, and his slender body seemed to hide an awful power that could devour all living things under his quiet gaze, so the Black Mountain tribe people, still reeling from the shock of their chieftain's death, concentrated all their terror on him.

  Even the tribal leader was killed by this man, and those Black Mountain tribesmen were all filled with terror.

  In their frightened eyes, they saw the young man, not stopping more than a dozen feet away from the corpse of the black mountain tribe's leader, but instead standing beside the corpse, using the long spear in his hand to pierce the leader's head like a beast's carcass, and lifting it up. Only then did he raise his head and glance at the five black mountain tribesmen not far away.

  His eyes held the shadow of a blood moon, and while they were eerie, they also contained a calmness that was terrifying. The moment he looked at these Black Mountain people, they all unconsciously retreated several steps, their minds reeling from the gaze that made their fear reach a deeper level.

  The clan leader, a man feared by all, had died right in front of them. How could they not be afraid? Especially at this moment, Su Ming's body was surrounded by the Moonlight Serene Silk that floated over ten feet behind him, radiating an icy cold glow.

  But among the five of them, there was a man in his forties who was shaking all over and had red eyes. His appearance was very similar to that of the deceased Black Mountain tribe leader.

  "Brother!" The man let out a loud roar, suddenly taking a step forward and rushing straight towards Su Ming. Behind him, the black-robed men of the Black Mountain Tribe were filled with fear, rushing forward in all directions.

  Su Ming stood beside the corpse of the Black Mountain Tribe's chief, his eyes cold and detached. As the large man charged towards him, he casually swung his left hand backwards, and a red powder was scattered by the shock of his vital energy.

  At the same time, the big man walking in front suddenly shook his whole body violently for a moment. A faint, intangible wound appeared on his face, and blood gushed out like flames. Before he could make any sound, his body suddenly turned into a red mist that rose into the air.

  "Evil... Savage!"

  "He's a demon!!" The crowd erupted in shock and horror, but saw that the four black mountain men who were about to charge forward, one by one, changed their expressions again, stopped immediately, and looked terrified. The scene of the tribe leader's death before his eyes involuntarily emerged, as well as the terror before his death, making these people seem to have reached the extreme of fear in an instant.

  At the same time as these four Hei Shan Zu people retreated, Su Ming's body suddenly moved!

  Behind him, the moonlight silk thread floated in the fog, under the full moon in the sky, and among the panic of these four black mountain people, he rushed up.

  The fourth watch burst ended, and it was impossible to say that I was not tired for two consecutive days. Still, I had to persist, either for the monthly ticket, or for the recommendation, or for the book friends, but more so, it was to fight for a breath of air!

  Tomorrow, I will continue, doing my best.