Eternal Sacred King-Chapter 1351: Reduced to Ashes

Beiming Xue looked at Su Zimo pleadingly.

"Accept it,"

Su Zimo nodded calmly.

It was nothing much for his eldest disciple to accept a perfect-grade spirit weapon.

His Essence Spirit could not be used and he could not open his storage bag.

Otherwise, he would have been able to take out at least 10 connate spirit weapons from his storage bag!

When she heard Su Zimo's words, Beiming Xue took the silver inner armor. Even with her steady personality, her eyes revealed a hint of joy.

The Beiming aristocratic family had a deep foundation as well.

However, after being oppressed by the three aristocratic families all these years, their foundation had long been exhausted.

The connate, perfect and supreme-grade spirit weapons passed down by the Beiming aristocratic family had long been snatched away by the cultivators of the three aristocratic families.

Right now, it was already rare for cultivators of Beiming Town to possess a superior-grade spirit weapon.

Liu Hanyan and Ru Xuan took out two perfect-grade spirit weapons from their storage bags and handed them over.

Beiming Xue hesitated for a moment before taking them.

Beiming Xue looked at the three perfect spirit weapons in her hands and felt as though she was in a dream. It was surreal.

Earlier on, she was still that inferior existence of the Beiming clan.

But now, because she had taken Su Zimo as her master, even a Void Reversion of the Nangong aristocratic family had to address her respectfully as Aunt-Master!

"Just who in the world is my master?"

A doubt flashed through Beiming Xue's mind.

"Ah, we were on the same side the entire time! Senior, I'm also someone of the Nangong aristocratic family,"

Nangong Yu walked over warily. His cheeks were swollen and he could not speak clearly. However, he forced a smile. "Greetings, senior. I'm Nangong Yu."

His reaction was extremely fast. When he saw that the situation was not right, he lowered his head hurriedly and bowed to Su Zimo.

"My surname isn't Nangong and I'm not from the Nangong aristocratic family,"

Su Zimo did not stand up and merely looked at Nangong Yu coldly.

Nangong Yu's expression froze.

Initially, he thought that Su Zimo must definitely be someone of the Nangong aristocratic family as well since the latter was Nangong Ling's Granduncle-Master. However, he made a huge mistake!

Su Zimo's surname was Su and not Nangong!

"Even if you're not from the Nangong aristocratic family, you must be famous. I must have been blind to want to cause trouble for you. Please forgive me, senior,"

Nangong Yu smiled embarrassedly and lowered his head obediently. He could no longer care about his dignity and bowed down completely.

"That's right, that's right!"

The three Nascent Soul old men chimed in hurriedly.

"Perhaps you've heard of my Dao title as well,"

Su Zimo said indifferently, "I'm Desolate Martial!"

Desolate Martial!

Those two words seemed to possess a demonic power.

The expressions of Nangong Yu and the three Nascent Souls froze on their faces as endless fear and shock filled their eyes!

Their bodies trembled slightly.

There were truly not many people in the cultivation world who could scare cultivators with just a Dao title.

Su Zimo was definitely one of them!

Even the titular disciples of the super sects would shudder at the mention of Desolate Martial, let alone Nangong Yu who was only at Golden Core realm and the three Nascent Souls!

Up till this point of his cultivation, Desolate Martial had been treading on the corpses of various paragons and monster incarnates!

Beiming Xue opened her mouth slightly with deep shock in her beautiful eyes!

Desolate Martial!

Her master was the renowned Dao Lord Desolate Martial of the cultivation world!

It was no wonder why her master's understanding of the Martial Dao was so thorough.

It was no wonder why her master refused to reveal his identity and kept it a secret.

It was no wonder why her master was worried that she would be implicated if he accepted her as a disciple.

There was only a single reason.

Her master was Desolate Martial!

The moment Beiming Xue heard that, apart from shock, there was no worries or fear in her heart. Instead, she was filled with joy and pride.

"Desolate Martial wishes to establish a Dao and impart martial arts to all living beings!"

To begin with, she had immense respect for Desolate Martial.

No matter the rumors outside, Beiming Xue believed that Dao Lord Desolate Martial had a magnanimity that no one else could match!

His magnanimity surpassed that of any orthodox cultivator!

Beiming Xue would be extremely satisfied even if she could meet Desolate Martial once, let alone take him as her master.

After saying that, Su Zimo did not say anything more.

Suddenly, the entire courtyard fell into a dead silence.

Nangong Ling lowered his head slightly with a cold glint in his eyes.

He turned around and looked at Nangong Yu's group of four before saying slowly, "The four of you, you won't have to leave this courtyard today."

Su Zimo did not say much. However, the moment he revealed his Dao title, Nangong Yu and the other three had to die!

Right now, Su Zimo had already offended some super sects of the immortal, Buddhist and fiend sects.

If they knew that Su Zimo was not dead, those super sects would definitely make a move.

Furthermore, Su Zimo's combat strength was greatly reduced with his Essence Spirit injured.

If Nangong Yu's group of four were to leave, it would be equivalent to planting Su Zimo in a dangerous place!

Thud! Thud!

Nangong Yu and the other three knelt down one after another with pale faces.

"We're from the Nangong family after all and have the same blood flowing through our veins. Uncle Ling, please spare us!"

"Uncle Ling, please show mercy. We won't say anything more after we leave!"

Nangong Yu bawled and was scared out of his wits.

Nangong Ling's expression was calm and unmoved.

The Nangong aristocratic family had a thousand collateral lineages.

As a direct descendant, he had no feelings towards these collateral descendants.

In his heart, Su Zimo was much more important!

Swoosh!

A tri-colored flame suddenly appeared in Nangong Ling's palm.

The Samadhi Dao Fire!

Nangong Ling had already obtained the legacy of Extreme Fire's lineage!

Although his Samadhi Dao Fire was much weaker than Su Zimo's, it was more than enough to deal with Nangong Yu and the three Nascent Souls.

The flames engulfed Nangong Yu's group of four instantly!

"Ah!"

Nangong Yu's group of four shrieked.

Flames surged into the skies!

In the blink of an eye, Nangong Yu turned into ashes.

He was only a Golden Core and could not withstand the burning of the Samadhi Dao Fire.

As for the three Nascent Souls, they only managed to hold on for a moment longer before they died completely. Their flesh and bones were burned to ashes by the Samadhi Dao Fire!

As a direct descendant of the Nangong aristocratic family, Nangong Ling had joined Hundred Refinement Sect and experienced many storms. He had even followed Su Zimo and witnessed shocking battles such as the Thousand Crane Tea Party.

He was not a benevolent person to be able to cultivate to this point!

Beiming Xue stood behind Su Zimo and looked at the dust that was falling slowly in midair with a complicated expression as she lamented internally.

Right from the beginning, Su Zimo had not stood up nor attacked.

With just a few words, Nangong Yu's group of four were buried here!

With a flip of his hand, he could create clouds and rain—those were her master's methods!