Chapter 3

"Wait until you have the chance to say that again."

Su Ming leaned down and whispered softly in the commander's ear. At this moment, his attention was on the battlefield, and he didn't notice that the commander of the Crescent Moon Tribe's body trembled slightly when he spoke.

"Barbarian, I give you three minutes. If the Crescent Moon Tribe doesn't stop attacking, don't blame me for being ruthless." Seeing the vast battlefield, Su Ming roared with all his might, but few people heard him. So he glared fiercely at the deputy commander and entrusted this task to him.

The deputy commander suppressed his anger and issued the order to retreat. Although he was very unwilling, the commander was in Su Ming's hands, especially with the weapon in Su Ming's hand, which made him somewhat fearful. He believed that as long as Su Ming moved his hand, the commander's life would be over, and he couldn't bear the responsibility.

"Who told you to retreat? Continue the attack, kill them all." The Crescent Moon Tribe commander roared in anger. His voice was extremely sharp, like a woman's scream.

"Do you want to die?"

Su Ming's left arm tightened, holding the Crescent Moon Tribe commander tightly in his embrace. At this moment, he felt that the place where his left hand was gripping was elastic, and he was puzzled: This commander's chest muscles are too weak, how can they be elastic?

After tightening the enemy commander, Su Ming lightly slid the ancient weapon across his abdomen, and the soft armor the commander was wearing instantly split. The sharpness of the ancient weapon was not something this inferior armor could withstand.

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will strip off your armor and dismember you on the battlefield." Su Ming smiled coldly, emitting a chilling aura.

"You bastard, I will kill you." The Crescent Moon Tribe commander struggled fiercely, trying to break free from Su Ming's control.

"Try moving again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ming's ancient weapon again cut through the Crescent Moon Tribe commander's armor, exposing a patch of white skin. Unfortunately, Su Ming couldn't see it and didn't dare to look down.

At this moment, the Crescent Moon commander suddenly became obedient, neither resisting nor speaking, but only glaring fiercely at Su Ming behind him, as if he wanted to eat him.

"What do you want?" The Crescent Moon commander squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"Retreat, and I will spare your life." Su Ming gritted his teeth. When the Crescent Moon Tribe commander struggled, Su Ming almost exhausted all his spiritual energy, and the injuries in his body were barely suppressed. If he continued to struggle, Su Ming would have to kill him, or he would lose his own life.

"Deputy commander, order the entire army to retreat." The Crescent Moon Tribe commander gritted his teeth and ordered the deputy commander nearby.

With the Crescent Moon commander's order, the Crescent Moon Tribe warriors from all directions stopped attacking and began to gather in the center, then retreated in an orderly manner. The fact that the tribe warriors could be trained to be so orderly showed that the Crescent Moon Tribe commander was a capable person. At this moment, Su Ming had the idea of killing him.

Shaking his head, Su Ming immediately rejected the thought that had just emerged. I just crossed over and am already risking my life; I can't die in vain. If I can capture him once, I can capture him again. I will have the chance to kill him in the future. Su Ming had a strange confidence in himself.

After the Crescent Moon Tribe army retreated, Su Ming had his father lead the tribe warriors back to the Su family territory and thought about how to escape.

"Quickly release me, you bastard." The Crescent Moon Tribe commander shouted anxiously.

Su Ming looked around to ensure safety, then lightly slid the ancient weapon across the Crescent Moon Tribe commander's waist with his right hand, and instinctively pinched with his left hand. Then he loosened his left arm and pushed the Crescent Moon Tribe commander out of his embrace.

After pushing the Crescent Moon commander away, Su Ming didn't hesitate, turned sharply, and ran madly toward the Su family territory.

Really elastic??

Damn, what am I doing? He's a man; does it matter if he's elastic or not? While running, Su Ming couldn't help but recall the wonderful feeling of that last pinch.

When the Crescent Moon Tribe commander was pushed away by Su Ming, he turned to prepare to kill Su Ming. He knew that Su Ming had no fighting power left, and as long as he avoided that strange weapon, he could defeat him. But when he turned, he found that his lower armor had fallen off, so he had to give up the chase.

"Shameless bastard, I will kill you." Looking at the fleeing Su Ming, the Crescent Moon Tribe commander said fiercely.

After escaping into the Su family territory, Su Ming sighed in relief. At this moment, he was almost exhausted, and the ancient weapon had been taken back by the little sprite. Seeing the tribe warriors waiting for him, Su Ming collapsed on the ground, his vision went black, and he fainted.

Just now, he had taken a direct hit from the Crescent Moon deputy commander and was seriously injured. If it weren't for the Dragon God Sword, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold out until now.

Su Ming's miraculous revival and his help in escaping the encirclement, though injured, was not life-threatening. Su Han's face showed an excited smile. However, thinking about the thousands of warriors who had followed him for many years and were left on the battlefield, his mood became heavy. The only consolation was that his son had returned.

After guarding the border for half a day and seeing that the Crescent Moon Tribe had no intention of attacking, Su Han issued the order to retreat.

The Su family tribe was the largest tribe in the Tang family's Western City, with 20,000 warriors. In this battle, 6,000 died, 2,000 were disabled, and 5,000 were injured, leaving only 8,000 warriors with combat capability. The tribe's strength had greatly decreased, and the losses were severe. If it weren't for Su Ming's capture of the Crescent Moon Tribe commander, the Su family tribe's 20,000 warriors would have been completely annihilated.

Su Ming's father, named Su Han, was 2.1 meters tall, with a robust build. He was the first warrior of the Su family tribe, reaching the peak of innate strength, second only to his grandfather in the Su family.

Su Ming was carried back, unconscious. While he was unconscious, the Su family fell into chaos.

Su Han's defeat in the battle and the damage to the Su family tribe's strength meant that the position of the first tribe was no longer secure, and there was a real risk of being destroyed. In the Divine Sealing Continent, the destruction of tribes was a common occurrence. In a world where the strong ruled, only those with strength could stand firm.

In the Su family's inner courtyard, the council hall

Su Hao, the head of the Su family, was over eighty years old, with white hair and a weathered face full of wrinkles. The Su family's rise to the first tribe in the Western City was entirely due to his efforts. He was the only Tian Ling realm expert in the Su family and was well-known in the Western City over a decade ago, having devoted his entire life to the Su family.

Su Hao sat straight in the central seat of the hall, with two elders standing behind him. These two were the highest executives of the Su family, second only to the head in power. They were not members of the Su family but had been befriended by Su Ming during his travels. Both had reached the peak of innate strength and had made significant contributions to the Su family tribe's rise to the first tribe. Everyone in the Su family respected them greatly.

"Slap"

"Su Han, do you know your crime?" Su Hao slammed his hand on the stone table beside him, shattering it into dust that scattered on the ground. His angry face made the Su family members tremble with fear.

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