The guard captain suddenly screamed, and over 20 deathsworn took out their weapons, rushing 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 Comet Spear thrust out, and countless rays of dazzling purple and white thunder blazed along the speartip. It was as if a purple sun had risen within the room.
Peng! Peng! Peng!
The more than 20 deathsworn were pierced by this electric light. The power of thunder ravaged their bodies, destroying their meridians and cooking their organs. 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 top masters had been killed; this was even more shocking than Lin Ming killing the Fire Worm Shaman earlier. These slave girls’ home tribes had been trampled upon by the Fire Worm armies. They had witnessed these top masters casually slaying 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 worship. The Fat Chief was despondent; he slumped to the ground, his knees wobbling and weak. He was normally a monster who held the lives of others in his hand, he knew just how terrible death was.
Lin Ming gave a humph of disgust and icily said, “Killing you will only dirty my spear.”
As his voice fell, Lin Ming’s pupils suddenly turned into swirling black vortexes.
Peng!
The Fat Chief’s eyes exploded, blood leaking from his head. The Fat Chief had barely reached the peak Viscera Training stage by relying on pills. Under the power of Lin Ming’s Samsara martial intent, his spiritual sea had directly blown up, his brain already becoming a mush of gray matter.
Now there were only a group of slave girls left in the room. They kneeled towards Lin Ming, trembling.
“You all can leave now.” Lin Ming wasn’t a ruthless murderer who killed without compunction. The reason that he killed those deathsworn guards before was because their murderous aura was too heavy. They had followed the Fire Worm Tribe into many wars throughout the years, and had killed too many innocents and committed too many foul deeds. They had chosen to walk the road of death, and now the killers became those who were killed.
As he spoke, he poked his spear into the dying flame boy on the ground. Suddenly, a deep red fireball shot out from the flame boy’s chest, shooting straight towards the windows!
Bop!
The crimson fireball flew into the window opening and bounced back as if it struck some impossibly hard wall. The window seemed to be covered by an invisible film, unbreakable.
Lin Ming calmly put away the Purple Comet Spear. Before he had entered the spiral tower, he had already laid down the dreamland enchantment.
The enchantment of the Dreamland Pearl that Mu Qianyu gave him could only be broken by a martial artist at the Xiantian realm or above. This little medium-grade human-step Flame Essence was naturally useless against it.
‘So, this Eternal Flame Flame Essence is actually an Earthcore Crimson Flame…’
As Lin Ming thought, he casually threw out several hundred azure true essence threads that shackled the Flame Essence. Recently, he had read through many ancient texts that described various Flame Essences and Thunder Souls, and he now had a very good understanding of them. The Eternal Flame was only a name that was given to it by the Fire Worm Tribe. But, this Flame Essence, within the Sky Spill Continent, was called the Earthcore Crimson Flame.
‘The Earthcore Crimson Flame is a medium-grade human-step Flame Essence. Although its grade isn’t too high, it has been carefully cultivated by the Fire Worm Tribe for all these years. Its power is already near the peak of its grade.’
When a Flame Essence was born into the world, its grade was already decided and could not be changed. However, its power could be slowly raised. This Earthcore Crimson Flame had been built up for a long period of time, and the energy within was close to the maximum saturation amount. This saved a great deal of time for Lin Ming.
“Once I swallow this Flame Essence, I wonder what grade the Heretical God Seed’s Flame Essence will rise to.” Lin Ming mumbled, his fingers interlocking as he began to seal away the Flame Essence.