The Strongest Sword God
After finishing breakfast, Su Ming took his bow and arrow, sword, and dagger and left the stone house. He didn't head to the training grounds but instead followed Xi Yu's directions and left the Su family manor, heading towards the borders of the Su tribe to search for the Black Ghost Tribe.
A few days ago, Su Ming learned from Su Han that the Black Ghost Tribe was just a small tribe with 1,000 warriors and 5,000 tribesmen. The strongest person in the Black Ghost Tribe had reached the Great Circle of the Void stage.
Destroying the Black Ghost Tribe can not only complete the realm promotion task, but also help Xiru avenge, so after learning about this situation, Su Ming regarded the Black Ghost Tribe as the best task objective.
The Hei Gui tribe is attached to the Hei Shi tribe. This time, the Hei Gui tribe invaded the territory of the Su family tribe, it was under the orders of the Hei Shi tribe, wanting to take advantage of the Su family tribe's weakened strength to annex their territory. When they went out to war, all 5,000 tribesmen moved into the Hei Shi tribe's territory to prevent retaliation from the Su family tribe.
Under the unicorn's full-speed run, Su Ming quickly arrived at the border of the Su tribe. According to his memory, the place he had arrived at was previously a small tribe, but now it was an empty plain, and without thinking, it must have been destroyed.
The mainland of Fengshen, where the weak are preyed upon by the strong. Without strength, one must either submit or perish. Death may be a kind of liberation for the weak.
When he saw a flag with a ghostly pattern, Su Ming knew that he had finally found the Black Ghost Tribe. In this vast grassland, it was not easy to find a small tribe, so Su Ming's luck was still pretty good.
"Master, please think thrice. Ahead lies a tribe with 314 warriors, two late-stage cultivators, and two second-stage late-stage demonic beasts. The probability of victory is thirty percent. It's advisable to reconsider."
After Su Ming locked onto the Black Ghost Tribe, the little sprite's voice echoed in his mind. As long as Su Ming confirmed his target, the little sprite would analyze the opponent's strength and calculate the probability of victory. This way, Su Ming could make a decision ahead of time and gain an advantage in battle.
"I didn't intend to destroy this tribe, I just wanted to use them to hone myself and incidentally weaken their strength."
"It turned out to be the case, and the little elf suggested that Su master should make a quick decision. Tens of kilometers away from here, there were hundreds of people with the same breath as them, including cultivators who had reached the full circle of the mortal heart realm. At this moment, they were rushing in this direction, and it would take about half an hour to arrive."
Upon hearing the little spirit's words, Su Ming's face revealed a smile. He hadn't expected himself to be so lucky - the strongest power of the Black Ghost Tribe was actually out, so those left in the tribe wouldn't be very strong. As long as he was careful, he could definitely make the Black Ghost Tribe suffer for a while.
Su Ming had the Xuan Tie Bow on his back and held a sharp sword as he jumped off the Unicorn, quietly sneaking into the Black Ghost Tribe's territory. At this time, a five-man patrol team appeared in front of Su Ming, fortunately they were facing away from him and did not discover his presence.
Wishing to kill five people without making a sound, it seems that he had to make a series of moves. After Su Ming made up his mind, his right hand swung towards the patrol team's direction, and a cold light flew out from his sleeve. At the same time, his left hand shook, and a Xuan Tie Bow appeared in his hand.
The arrow is on the bow, and the hand pulls the string.
"Whoosh"
An arrow shot out like a poisonous snake and struck a soldier in the back.
Su Ming stepped on the cloud, his figure disappeared in an instant, and when a soldier turned around, he had already broken the soldier's neck.
In an instant, Su Ming silently killed three people in a row. Without stopping, he thrust his sharp sword forward and stabbed it into the back of the fourth soldier, piercing his heart. The frontmost soldier was about to scream when Su Ming suddenly jumped up and slapped the soldier's temples with both palms, sending him directly to heaven.
He took off a soldier's clothes and put them on himself, swaggering into the Black Ghost Tribe.
Thanks to his successful disguise, Su Ming's continuous sneak attacks were successful, easily taking out several patrol teams and gradually approaching the center of the Black Ghost Tribe. He killed these ordinary tribal warriors without using spiritual energy, relying solely on his footwork and swordsmanship.
As they got closer to the interior of the tribe, there were more and more patrolling soldiers, making it harder for Su Ming to make a move.
"Ah..."
A shrill cry echoed through the entire Black Ghost tribe, startling all of its warriors.
Su Ming solved the three warriors in front of him at the fastest speed and quickly went towards the next patrol team.
Although Su Ming's method of killing was swift and ruthless, the closer he got to the tribe's internal patrol soldiers, the more numerous they became. It was basically impossible to silently take care of them. This sharp cry caused the Black Ghost Tribe to quickly enter a state of alert.
"He is not one of our tribe, kill him quickly." A black ghost tribe warrior recognized Su Ming and shouted loudly.
"Go die." Su Ming took a few light steps forward, his hand holding the sharp sword waving in the air, a sword energy cutting through the void.
"Ah..." The warrior who had just spoken clutched at his neck, blood flowing out between his fingers, and fell to the ground with a look of unwillingness.
Su Ming knew he couldn't pretend anymore, relying on Yun Zhen's charm, constantly shuttling among the Black Ghost Tribe warriors, wherever he went, there were constant casualties, Su Ming once again became the God of Death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the tribal warriors.
As he approached the center of the Black Ghost Tribe, Su Ming stopped in his tracks and gazed solemnly ahead, knowing that his true opponent had emerged.
In front of Su Ming stood two burly men, wearing Xuan Iron Armor, who looked somewhat similar. They were both riding the same kind of demon beast, a second-tier late-stage demon beast, the Flower Spotted Leopard, a speed-type demon beast. Both of their strengths had reached the post- Void Mind stage.
The only difference between the two burly men was that one wielded a wolf-tooth club and the other a battle knife. When they appeared before Su Ming, the warriors from the other tribes automatically gave them a wide berth, leaving an empty space around the three of them.
If it were just two mortal heart realm cultivators, Su Ming could still fight one of them with the help of the little spirit, but now there are two mortal heart realm cultivators with two late-stage demon beasts under their command, and he has almost no chance of winning. At this time, Su Ming had already thought of retreating while fighting.
"Master, two warriors have reached the late stage of Mortal Realm, with injuries on their bodies. Two flower-spotted leopards have reached the late second stage, one of which is also injured. The probability of victory is 50%."
Injured? Looks like there's an opportunity.
Su Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, his hand grasping the sharp sword, as he leaped into the air and charged at the two warriors with an unparalleled confidence in his gaze.
When Su Ming arrived in front of the two Mortal Realm warriors, he swung his sword slightly and then stepped on the Cloud Treading Shadow, accelerating his body shape suddenly, so that the two Mortal Realm warriors couldn't react.
Su Ming chose the most heavily injured warrior, raised his sword high above his head and chopped down at the warrior in anger. At this moment, he did not use spiritual energy but relied on the strength of his hands to attack.
