Alas, this was simply fate. Ouyang Dihua would never have dreamed that Lin Ming was able to comprehend his own unique martial skill that was almost the exact same as the Thunderbolt Devilfire Bead. The result was that Ouyang Dihua had thought that Lin Ming had used the Thunderbolt Devilfire Bead as if he were enjoying it for fireworks…
…….
Kacha!
The sky flashed with blood-red lightning. Soon after, it began to rain.
The Southern Wilderness had a humid climate, and there were often thunderstorms.
The torrential downpour of rain washed away the remaining vestiges of blood. Lin Ming dragged the Heavy Profound Soft Spear and limped over, wounded, to Huo Gong’s side.
After taking some healing pills, Lin Ming sat down in the middle of a mud puddle and let the pattering rain wash over his wounded body.
“This rain… actually helped me.”
Lin Ming quietly muttered to himself. After he was caught in the shockwaves from the explosions, his injuries were simply too heavy.
In the Southern Wilderness, there were countless roaming vicious beasts. If blood drifted out, then it would certainly attract many vicious beasts here. With Lin Ming’s current condition, if he had to face many vicious beasts, the outcome could be imagined.
“A life and death battle; that was too close!”
This was the first time that Lin Ming had ever killed another man. However, he didn’t have any particular feelings towards this. He had chosen to travel down the path of martial artists. Sooner or later, he would have encountered situations where he would have to kill others. Lin Ming had long since come to terms with this reality. Not only that, but in the Ten Thousand Killing Array, when he had killed the phantom martial artists inside, that feeling had been completely real. There was no difference between that and actually killing someone.
Lin Ming was very thankful that he had obtained the Thunderbolt Devilfire Bead from his duel with Zhang Guanyu. In terms of power, the Thunderbolt Devilfire Bead was slightly weaker than his own Thunderfire Annihilation. However, this time, Huo Gong’s true essence protection had already been reduced to being no more defensive than paper, and thus was unable to block the fatal explosion from the Thunderbolt Devilfire Bead.
After a martial artist reached the Pulse Condensation Period, their physical strength would not change too much. If they didn’t have true essence protecting them, then a Houtian realm master and a Pulse Condensation Period martial artist’s defensive capabilities would be the same.
“Why did this person want to kill me? Who ordered him? Ouyang Dihua? Or was it the Allied Trade Association?”
Lin Ming recalled his meeting with Qin Ziya. Bi Luo’s illusion had simply been too profound, and his voice, appearance, temperament, and even body odor were all consistent with Qin Ziya’s. Even though Lin Ming’s perception was much higher than a martial artist at the same level, he too was unable to see through it.
But now that Lin Ming recalled the time he had faced Qin Ziya, he remembered he had felt there was something off. This was just an intuition of his.
As Huo Gong mentioned this a moment ago, Lin Ming suddenly realized what he had neglected.
That was… Zither Heart!