Chapter 314 - Night of Flowing Blood (1/2)
Chapter 314 – Night of Flowing Blood
“You… you…!”
Chi Yue vo onto the spear shaft while his right hand vainly reached out as if here were trying to take hold of so His face was colored with disbelief, a reality that he couldn’t reconcile or resign himself to He didn’t think that one day, he would actually die at the hands of a young boy Not only that, but this young boy’s cultivation would be at a trivial early Pulse Condensation period!
Plop!
Chi Yue fell to his knees, the light already gone from his eyes
In the end, Chi Yue was only a round The reason he was able to lord over the Southern Wilderness was because it was an extreeniuses like Jiang Baoyun or Qin Wuxin, was si at all
The strongest talent that Chi Yue had known of was the Feather Emperor of the Southern Wilderness But even the Feather E
Lin Ming pulled out the Purple Comet Spear with a spray of blood, and then the body was uncererave, where he could pass with all his regrets
At this ti flame of his hope faded away His fat body trehtmare The unfathomable Fire Worm Clan Founder and Shaman had actually died like this? Until the tih Chi Yue’s throat, the Fat Chief still wasn’t able to believe this This young boy was a demon!
All of the slave girls in the room felt as if they were in a dream In their eyes, the Fire Worm Shaman was like a dark, evil God, incomparably powerful And yet he was actually killed by this 17 or 18 year old boy!?
Then just how terrifying an existence was this young boy? Was he the reincarnation of the Sorcerer, come to save them?
Lin Ming looked at his right hand, an extre his lips With the co Marrow boundary, his defensive power had risen by another qualitative level He was even able to use his empty hand to block Chi Yue’s Flame Essence fire attack
As for the power of fire that had sunk into Lin Ming’s body, it was completely suppressed by the Heretical God Seed It had failed to cause even the slightest bit of da’s meridians
The last time he encountered Chi Yue, he couldn’t even think of controlling the enemy’s flames Apparently, the effect of the Heretical God Seed to control the power of fire was closely correlated to Lin Ming’s own strength
As he wiped out the last bits of residual fla high-level Fire Worm character in the spiral tower – the Fat Chief
“What… what do you want? I… I can give you…” The Fat Chief tre These deathsworn guards around hie On the battlefield, they were similar to sharp blades that rushed forwards But compared to the Fire Worm Shaman, they were no more than weak insects In front of this de; none of theive the Fat Chief any sense of security
Lin Ming glared at the Fat Chief with a look of loathing filled with utter disgust This was a true degenerate, scum that should not exist in this world He casually flicked his spear and frostily said, “You have nothing that is worthfrom you, and that is for you to die”
“No… don’t kill ive you beautiful women! Even the throne!” The Fat Chief’s face had already scrunched together; his entire fat body was unable to stop jiggling in terror At this time, his was truly in despair What had happened? He had sent out a sound trans talisman yet no one had come? Where were the masters of the Fire Worm Clan? There was such a loud sound… if they didn’t hear the sound trans talisman, they at least should have heard the loud explosions and crashes
Were they all killed?
Realizing this, the Fat Chief’s heart sank to the depths of despair
As Lin Ming approached, step by step, each and every footstep seemed to staed forth, irl knelt down, throwing herself to the floor in the deepest ko, her eyes full of adoration and worshi+p, co the rituals of the Sorcerer
The Fat Chief’s entire body ith cold sweat He was too scared; even the group of Bone Forging stage deathsworn in front of hi pressure
“Kill him!”
The guard captain suddenly screamed, and over 20 deathsworn took out their weapons, rushi+ng over to bring down Lin Ming
Lin Ming glanced over them without an expression, then coldly said, “All of you… walk the road of death!”
Cha!
The Purple Co purple and white thunder blazed along the speartip It was as if a purple sun had risen within the room
Peng! Peng! Peng!
The ht The power of thunder ravaged their bodies, destroying their ans They died before they hit the ground
In a single spear thrust, the more than 20 deathsworn had all died Now there was only the Fat Chief left!
Several slave girls watched this scene in abstract horror In a single spear, more than 20 topthan Lin Ming killing the Fire Worirls’ home tribes had been trampled upon by the Fire Worm ar their tribe’s bravest warriors But now, they all died to this young boy’s spear!
What kind of terrifying strength was this?
The Sorcerer!
The Sorcerer had sent his envoy to save them!
A few slave girls prostrated themselves in devout worshi+p The Fat Chief was despondent; he slu and weak He was normally a monster who held the lives of others in his hand, he knew just how terrible death was