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"It's more than not simple. Although this person is also a master, he has the strength of a grandmaster slightly stronger than me. The two of them are the rumored outsider. " Sura solemnly explained.
Barato took a deep breath, trying to calm his shock. He sighed, "Why are these people from outside the Ruins so powerful? A person whose cultivation is comparable to a Grandmaster, we can only see once in a thousand years in the Desolate Ruins. In this way, a Grandmaster could defeat a Grandmaster, something that would be difficult to find throughout the ages. Today, there were actually two people who were extremely difficult to find throughout the ages. Damn it. Weird. "How unlucky.
"I say, come over here and fight a few moves with that baldy." Fan Wuji glanced at Baratoon with disdain.
Balato paused, and then his face filled with rage, like gunpowder ready to explode at any moment. Baratoo had lost his hair at an early age, and within a few years he was bald, which had always been a secret pain in his heart. However, from the moment he became a Xiantian master and later stepped into the Spirit Sea, no one dared to use his hair to talk about matters.
But the current Fan Wuji did not hold back. How could he not be angry? Barato's face was gloomy as he asked, "Sir, are you talking about me?"
"Yes." It's about you. You are a bald man who knows his own limitations. " Fan Wuji mocked.
"Die!" Balato took out a pair of meteor hammers, raised them, and rushed forward.
This meteor hammer was incomparably large, and the two added together were even larger than an adult. Judging from its grade, it was also a low-grade spirit artifact, and it seemed to possess extraordinary might.
Fan Wuji's expression changed, his sword swung out, emitting a dazzling sword light, as if it was slanting down an aurora, resplendent and beautiful with a terrifying killing intent. With a flash of sword light, he charged towards Barato. Seeing this, Barato's expression changed slightly. He raised his two large hammers and held them in front of his chest in an attempt to block the sword light.
Unfortunately, the sword aura was too fast, so fast that it exceeded his imagination. When he raised the hammers, the sword aura was already within reach. The hammers did not protect him and struck his chest. In the blink of an eye, Barato flew backward like a kite with its string cut.
After Balato was sent flying, he fell to the ground and twitched a few times. His eyes were filled with incredulity and disbelief.
Sura's expression changed. With his strength, he could defeat Baratoon, but it would take some effort. If he were to instantly kill Baratoon, he knew that even if he practiced for another eighty years, he wouldn't be able to do so.
"Let's go." Their theft is the core secret of our tribe's holy land. As masters of the tribe, we cannot allow these despicable people to take away the secrets and treasures of our tribe. " Sura shouted to the surrounding people.
Other than him, there were a total of twenty-four Innate realm experts present. In the Soul Slayer Tribe, these people were like the wind and rain, unstoppable and untouchable. However, the more powerful a person was, the more they would revere him. Their reverence was not for nature nor for ethics, but for existences that were stronger than they were.
These people saw a grandmaster be defeated by Fan Wuji in an instant. When facing Fan Wuji, they, the masters, had even lost the most basic of courage to face the enemy.
"Sura, you aren't our match." As for the motley crowd behind us, they simply aren't a threat to us. We have no intention of killing too many. "After we finish the job, we will leave the tribe." Hu Bingyan said softly.
This wasn't her arrogance. When they were in the stone fort, Hu Bingyan had defeated Sura with her own strength. Hu Bingyan naturally had the qualifications to shout 'retreat'.
"For the glory and the good of the tribe, I must fight until the end for the tribe." His words were sonorous and forceful, resounding and quite infectious. It had to be said that Sura was quite shrewd and knew how to use words to incite the Xiantian masters by his side. Sura understood that with just him alone, it was impossible to resist Hu Bingyan and Fan Wuji. If he had the assistance of twenty-four masters, plus the Soul Slayer Tribe's countless warriors, he would still have the strength to fight the two of them.
"What an awe-inspiring sense of justice. However, if you think about it, it might not be about glory, but about benefits. In this Sacred Land maze, there weren't any treasures at all, only an old soul that wouldn't die. All you need is this soul to be revived. After it regains the power of a king, it will allow the tribe to expand and become one of the first-rate powers in the Wasteland. It's just that I advise you not to think of doing so again. " Fan Wuji mocked as he spoke, glancing at Sura with contempt.
Sura's expression changed, unable to be concealed. He said in a clear voice, "You've actually entered the core of the maze, and you've even seen the soul of the Thousand Dou King?"
"Not only did I see his soul, I even completely destroyed him." Fan Wuji said calmly.
"Impossible, the Thousand Dou Wang was a Supreme Dao King when he was alive. He is only second to the Twin Saints." How could you possibly kill him? " Sura was instantly thrown into disarray.
As the head of the three great masters of the Soul Slayer Tribe, he was very clear about the secrets of the Soul Slayer Tribe and the Holy Land. This secret message was passed down from mouth to mouth by all the Grandmasters of the tribe. At the beginning, he was skeptical, but a few decades ago, when he entered the maze, he gave Hua Qianduan a special soul sacrifice. After seeing the might of the Thousand-Dou King, he firmly believed in him.
"Believe it or not. Senior sister Huhe, sometimes, it's not logic that can subdue people the most, but fists. If they don't retreat, we can just use our fists to beat them until they retreat. " Fan Wuji loudly shouted.
With that said, Fan Wuji raised his sharp sword and charged straight at Sura. Hu BingYan nodded slightly. She also picked up her battle blade and also charged forward. On their own, each of the two was stronger than Sura by a level. Now, with the two of them working together, one on the left and one on the right, they faced off against Sura. Sura was slightly absent-minded and his heart swayed for a moment. In the end, he clenched his teeth and braced himself.
He quickly took out a hidden mechanism. He had no intention of using it to deal with the fighting strength of the two grandmasters. He simply turned on the concealed mechanism and threw it towards the sky. Immediately, a special quality arrow soared into the sky, exploding resplendently in the air like fireworks.
This hidden weapon had been in his possession for many years, and was regarded as the treasure of the tribe. This hidden weapon was known as the Soul Sang Arrow.
A Soul Shang Arrow was sent by thousands of men to meet up with each other.
Since ancient times, whoever could shoot the Soul Slayer Arrow would have a great army of tens of thousands of warriors from the Soul Slayer Tribe come at the same time to listen to the command of the person who shot the Soul Slayer Arrow. At this moment, Sura realized that the last person he could rely on was the great army of the Black Soul Divine Tribe.