Plain persuasion and consolation could no longer free the cultivators of Southern Duel Sect from their fears.
For the past 10 years, that fear had been rooted in his heart.
These Southern Duel Sect cultivators could only be moved upon a true massacre with the fresh blood of the Blood Vine race!
At that time, they would realize that although the Blood Vine race was part of the Primordial Nine Races, they were not invincible!
Su Zimo’s gaze intensified and Dharmic powers surged as he conjured hand seals with both hands.
The three Dao Fires that were initially surrounding him gathered rapidly and formed a tri-colored flame that emanated a shuddering aura!
The Samadhi Dao Fire!
Everyone from Southern Duel Sect looked at the bouncing flame with fearful expressions and did not dare to say anything.
“Go!”
Su Zimo rose slowly into the air and threw the tri-colored flame in his hands in the direction of Six Stars Mountain.
At the same time, an Essence Spirit flame burst forth from his glabella and entered the tri-colored flame!
A blaze surged!
The Caturadhi Dao Fire!
Now that Su Zimo had cultivated to the Conjoint Body realm, the might of the Caturadhi Dao Fire was something that even a Half-Martial Ancestor could not withstand!
However, at that moment, he had already triggered his killing intent and wanted to kill all the Blood Vine race beings on Six Stars Mountain. He had no intention of holding back and gave it his all!
Swoosh!
Raging flames raged!
Su Zimo channeled his Essence Spirit and Dharmic powers surged as the Caturadhi Dao Fire spread and burned continuously!
Some of the Blood Vine race beings that could not take on human form could only watch helplessly as the Caturadhi Dao Fire burned—they shrieked and struggled as they turned into ashes!
Some of the Blood Vine race beings wanted to escape in their human forms. However, the Caturadhi Dao Fire was extremely powerful and they could not defend even if a single spark landed on them!
Su Zimo pushed his Essence Spirit to its limits!
The speed of the Caturadhi Dao Fire was extremely fast as well!
Some of the Blood Vine race beings that reacted slower were caught up by the Caturadhi Dao Fire and burned into ashes!
In the blink of an eye, Six Stars Mountain was engulfed in a sea of flames!
Everyone from Southern Duel Sect watched with widened eyes and agape mouths—they could no longer speak.
This scene was way too shocking for them!
More than half of the violent and bloodthirsty Blood Vine race that they initially thought to be invincible was burned by that fire!
Most of the Blood Vine race beings that were burned by the Caturadhi Dao Fire were low-level.
Even so, a sliver of hope was reignited in the eyes of everyone from Southern Duel Sect.
The Caturadhi Dao Fire extended continuously and enveloped the entire Six Stars Mountain region!
However, when the flames reached the feet of the six main peaks, they could not advance further. It was as though they were obstructed by some powerful force.
There were still thousands of Blood Vine race beings that fled to the six main peaks to hide.
Su Zimo’s expression turned grim.
He knew that the true battle had only just begun!
The six main peaks were definitely guarded by top-tier experts of this primordial race!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Powerful figures soared into the skies with rampant mights!
A Conjoint Body Mighty Figure of the Blood Vine race had appeared!
Su Zimo swept his gaze and in the blink of an eye, more than 20 Conjoint Body Mighty Figures appeared in midair with torrential blood qi and a tremendous might descended!
Against the pressure of the spirit consciousnesses of the 20 Conjoint Body Mighty Figures, the Caturadhi Dao Fire was greatly suppressed and its flame flickered as though it could extinguish at any moment.
Naturally, the power of a Dharmic art’s condensation could be pushed to its limits.
For Su Zimo’s Caturadhi Dao Fire, its power was significantly reduced after it was spread to such a large area—even a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure of the Blood Vine race could suppress it!
In midair, the number of Conjoint Body Mighty Figures of the Blood Vine race was still increasing!
Before long, there were 50 of them!
50 Conjoint Body Mighty Figures were gathered on Six Stars Mountain alone. One could imagine how terrifying the foundation of one of the Primordial Nine Races, the Blood Vine race, was!
If it was just the Mighty Figures of the Blood Vine race, they were nothing in Su Zimo’s eyes.
However, he could vaguely sense that there was an even stronger existence hidden in Six Stars Mountain that was watching him from a certain corner!
A Blood Vine Half-Martial Ancestor!
Furthermore, there was a high chance that there was more than one!
“If a huge battle breaks out later, leave this place as soon as possible with your fellow sect mates,”
Su Zimo sent a voice transmission to Tang Shiyun.
There were more experts of the Blood Vine race on Six Stars Mountain than he had imagined!
Once the battle broke out and he could not fend for himself, it would be difficult for him to protect Tang Shiyun and the others.
“Who are you? How dare you barge into the territory of the Blood Vine race and kill our beings?!”
A Mighty Figure of the Blood Vine race hollered.
Su Zimo sneered, “Didn’t the Blood Vine race release a Killing Badge on me? You can’t even recognize me?”
“Mmm?”
The expression of the Blood Vine race beings in midair changed!
“You are… Desolate Martial!”
Some of the Blood Vine race beings shouted softly.
“Fufufufu!”
Right then, laughter sounded from Seven Kills Peak.
A figure rose slowly, dressed in blood-colored robes. Licking his lips with a grisly red tongue, he said leisurely, “What a fruitless search we had. Desolate Martial, you saved me a lot of trouble by knocking on my door personally!”
“Young master!”
The Conjoint Body Mighty Figures of the Blood Vine race bowed when they saw that person.
“You’re Teng Lingzi, right?”
Su Zimo’s expression was cold as he glared at the blood-robed youth with undisguised killing intent!
“That’s me,”
Teng Lingzi smiled sinisterly. “Why? Even the renowned strongest monster incarnate in history, the Mighty Figure Desolate Martial, has heard of my name?”
“Were you the one who killed Ming Zhen?”
Su Zimo asked coldly.
“Who is Ming Zhen?”
Teng Lingzi shook his head. “I’ve never bothered to memorize names for the ants of the human race. It’s a waste of my energy.”
“Who would remember the name of the food they ate?”
He smiled at Su Zimo with a hint of blood in his teeth, resembling a malevolent ghost from Hell!
“Eh? Ming Zhen?”
As though he recalled something, Teng Lingzi raised his brow and asked, “Are you referring to a little monk?”
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes.
When Teng Lingzi saw Su Zimo’s strange expression, he nodded. “Seems like that’s him.”
“The blood qi of that little monk is extremely strong and pure, so I kept him in my Blood Gourd to refine.”
As he said that, he took out a blood-colored gourd and held it in his palm.
“This Blood Gourd is my Destiny Dharmic Weapon. Even if a Half-Martial Ancestor of the human race is sucked in, he won’t be able to live for more than a year!”
“However, that little monk sure is incredible. Tsk, tsk. To think that a mere Dharma Characteristic would be able to last till now in my Blood Gourd.”
“Mmm?”
Su Zimo’s eyes lit up with joy. “Ming Zhen isn’t dead?”
“You don’t have to be happy either,”
Teng Lingzi said with a smile, “That little monk won’t be able to hold on for much longer. I’m guessing that in another year or so, he’ll turn into a puddle of blood and become essence energy for my Blood Gourd!”
“There’s no need for a year or so,”
Su Zimo’s gaze was electric and murderous as he said slowly, “Today, I’ll send you to Hell!”
“Hahahaha!”
As though he had heard something extremely amusing, Teng Lingzi said sinisterly, “Desolate Martial, don’t worry. I’ll keep you in the Blood Gourd as well and let you accompany him to the netherworld as blood!”
