Su Ming's voice lingered in the air, and before it disappeared, the Great Patriarch's body collapsed. The difference of power between the Great Patriarch and Su Ming was too great with the Great Patriarch's current condition. Su Ming could kill him in the blink of an eye.

There was not a drop of blood on the killing sword, and it was a telling sign that the Great Patriarch who had died twice was not really an existence that was made of flesh and blood, but a bizarre thing that was somewhere in-between being an illusion and a being of flesh and blood.

'Art of Nine Deaths. I once killed the Shamans' Great Patriarch along with Master and Guru Li Long all those years ago when we finally managed to make him fall into slumber…' This was not the memories that belonged to Su Ming's current incarnation. It was something from his previous life, one among the many reincarnations he had gone through.

When the memories of that life appeared in his head, a presence that was stronger than befor