Chapter 1172: The Descendant of the Sorcerer Tribe
Translator: Transn Editor: Transn
“Aborigines, you’re courageous, but courage is useless!” Wu Tianyu stared at Su Mo and smiled.
He was also curious. He was surprised that Su Mo, whose cultivation was only at Lv 8 Martial Royal Realm, was able to lead a group of martial artists who were Lv 9 Martial Royal Realm and Emperors-to-be.
It seemed that this young aborigine in front was a top genius in the Firmament World, and probably the most powerful one.
“Do you know anything about this place?”
Su Mo gazed at Wu Tianyu with a cold face as he asked flatly. He continued speaking before Wu Tianyu could reply. “This is the Death Sea, and it’s going to be your burial place today!”
At the same time, Su Mo scanned the geniuses of the Sorcerer tribe and thought hard.
It was impossible to identify the one with the highest rank among the Trial Testers, and the only thing Su Mo could do was kill as many as he could—the more he killed, the more strength he gained, and the higher the possibility of leaving the Firmament and Continent.
“Is that so?” Wu Tianyu sneered and shook his head before saying, “You aborigines of Firmament World, you really have a very limited outlook and experience in this world!”
Wu Tianyu felt very amused. Did these useless people actually want to kill them?
Even an ordinary middle-level Martial Emperor fighter couldn’t defeat him, not to mention a bunch of people whose cultivation hadn’t reached the Martial Emperor Realm.
“Hahaha! These aborigines are like frogs in the well who know nothing of the great ocean!”
“They actually want to kill us! So hilarious!”
“Kill them, and reap their Martial Souls!”
The geniuses of the Sorcerer Tribe jeered and looked speechless. They were the hunters and these people were their prey, but now their tone suggested they thought the opposite?
“Brother Tianyu, let’s kill them straightaway! Don’t waste any more time!” Wu Xian said to Wu Tianyu.
Wu Tianyu nodded and smiled. “However, before that, I need to finish a little rat first!”
After saying that, a purple light radiated from his finger and then struck the sea nearby.
The finger radiance, together with his murderous intent, was sharp and powerful. It became invisible when the power reached its peak, piercing the deep ocean in an instant.
A ferocious scream came from the bottom of the sea. Then, an old man fled out of the Death Sea as quickly as a flying arrow.
The old man was covered in blood, and there was a bloody hole in his chest, about the size of a fist, that left him bleeding profusely.
Su Mo and the others were surprised. They hadn’t noticed that an expert was hiding under the Death Sea.
Su Mo knew this old man—he had once served as a Sect Leader in the Firmament Palace, and his cultivation had reached Lv 9 Martial Royal Realm.
Surprisingly, this man had hidden under the Death Sea!
“Palace Master, please save me—!” The old man rushed toward Su Mo, trying to seek Su Mo’s protection.
However, he didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence!
Another finger radiance hit his head, causing it to explode. The old man died instantly.
The old man’s Martial Soul then flew fast toward Wu Tianyu and then entered the Spirit Measuring Plate in his hand.
It was a Martial Soul of Pike, glittering with a silver light and surrounded by two golden halos.
“Good, Rank 2 Heaven Class Martial Soul!” After putting away the Spirit Measuring Plate, Wu Tianyu smiled and nodded.
“As I expected!” Su Mo’s face became sullen. This man’s strike was so accurate and fast that he didn’t even have time to react.
A martial artist of Lv 9 Martial Royal Realm was unable to fight back and was killed instantly.
“Haha! Aborigines, enjoy the taste of death!”
Wu Tian smiled slightly and raised his hand in the air, signaling his followers to strike.
As far as he was concerned, there was no need to kill the weak aborigines with his own hands.
Hearing this, all the geniuses of the Sorcerer Tribe immediately split up. The auras floating around them were strong and powerful.
These auras, like a fire beacon stretching over a thousand miles, formed a huge storm and swept the whole world.
It wreaked havoc and shattered everything within several hundred square meters in an instant, leaving only a land of nothingness.
Seeing this, Su Mo and his followers prepared for the battle. Though they were outnumbered, they were fearless.
Before the battle broke, a harsh, air-rending sound suddenly arose.
A black flash streaked across the sky from afar and quickly flew toward them.
In the blink of an eye, the black flash stopped hundreds of meters away from the people of the Sorcerer Tribe and turned into a skinny old man.
This old man was the sect master of the Netherworld Devil Sect, Wu Sen.
“Greetings, my name is Wu Sen, a descendant of the Sorcerer Tribe.”
Wu Sen held his fists together, saluting the geniuses of the Sorcerer Tribe loudly.
The geniuses of the Sorcerer Tribe went blank momentarily, and then they saw a tribe tattoo slowly appear on the man’s forehead.
This tribe tattoo was formed by the power of blood, and only people from the Sorcerer Tribe were able to develop it. It couldn’t be fake!
The geniuses from the Sorcerer Tribe were surprised. This man should be the descendant of the Chief Priest! He showed up before they even began to look for him!
Furthermore, the most shocking thing about this descendant was that his cultivation had reached the Martial Emperor Real, and it was quite extraordinary!
A giant hand with three-colored Dark Force suddenly appeared. With a power that could crush the void and shatter the sky, it moved quickly toward Wu Sen.
Of course, it was Su Mo.
He had not though Wu Sen would suddenly show up, and, as a result, he took the first strike without hesitation.
Though he had changed into another body, his aura told Su Mo that he was Wu Sen.
Wu Sen was on Su Mo’s list of men who must die, which was why Su Mo was not going to show any mercy.
The hand with three-colored Dark Force, like the hand of God, was gigantic and mighty. The power of the Dark Force, as if it was the monster wave in a violent mega storm at sea, was too strong to describe with words.
His strike shocked everyone, even the geniuses of the Sorcerer Tribe.
They did not expect that an aborigine whose cultivation had only reached Lv 8 Martial Royal Realm was so powerful.
“What?” Wu Sen was stunned. He was well-prepared, however, and he immediately rushed toward the geniuses of the Sorcerer Tribe.
“You’re asking for death!” Wu Tianyu showed a murderous intent. Wu Sen was a descendant of the Chief Priest—he mustn’t die. Without hesitation, Wu Tianyu pointed his finger radiance at the big hand.
The finger radiance held ferocious power—it was more than ten times stronger than the power he had used to kill the old man several minutes before.
The sharp purple finger radiance, like a purple light pillar that could pierce the Void with a power that could destroy the universe and with a speed faster than light, instantly traveled thousands of miles and hit the hand.
Suddenly, there was an explosion that shook Heaven and Earth violently.