Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

The aura around those three was incredibly strong.

The person standing in the middle, judging from their clothing and aura, should be a Shaman.

Shamans aren’t easy to deal with. The Witch God Skills they wield are incredibly strange, making them well-suited as support in fighting alongside Barbarian Warriors.

"Damn it, don’t you know the rules? I was here first."

"All of you get lost. If you don’t, I’ll kill the lot of you!"

Before Lin Zheyu and the others could say a word, Gu Jinghong’s voice, filled with murderous intent, rang coldly.

"We’re not here to compete with you. We’re here for that person."

The Shaman among the four extended a finger pointing in Lin Zheyu’s direction and spoke calmly.

"Hmph, then you’d better get lost too!"

"If you want to catch him, come back after this business is over. I’ve claimed this place; anyone who dares stay becomes my enemy!"

Gu Jinghong snorted coldly, speaking with threat in his icy gaze that swept over them once more.

"Fine."

The Shaman responded calmly to the words.

This sudden turn of events made Lin Zheyu, who intended to watch the show, lose interest immediately.

Fight already.

Giving up so soon is really boring.

"How dull."

Lei Yongtao also felt somewhat disinterested.

"Mr. Xiao, you killed a Barbarian Shaman?" Ji Zitong asked curiously.

"Yes."

"That guy randomly attacked me, and I just killed him in passing," Lin Zheyu said nonchalantly.

"No wonder."

"Shamans are incredibly rare among the Barbarian Race, with only one in ten thousand having Shaman talent."

"Ordinary Shamans are fine, but those who dare to come here are geniuses among the Barbarians, each highly treasured."

"You killed a talented Shaman, no wonder you’re remembered with enmity."

"You should be careful in the future."

Ji Zitong advised.

These matters, Tu Yuan and the others also knew of, but they didn’t tell Lin Zheyu, as they were just passing acquaintances.

But Ji Zitong, wanting to make a connection, specifically gave a few words of advice.

"Thank you, Miss Ji, for the reminder."

Lin Zheyu cupped his hands to Ji Zitong in thanks.

He understood that Ji Zitong was showing goodwill and had intentions of drawing him in.

Lin Zheyu, displaying enough strong power, aimed to showcase his value, inciting others to want to draw him in.

"Mr. Xiao, there’s no need for politeness; we’re all friends, aren’t we?"

Ji Zitong blinked playfully, smiling.

"Haha, of course we’re friends."

Lin Zheyu replied with a smile.

Watching Ji Zitong’s somewhat mischievous wink, Lin Zheyu found it quite amusing.

Previously, Ji Zitong gave him the impression of an ice-cold beauty, yet upon interaction, he found this woman was not as cold or unapproachable as she appeared.

"Oh, by the way, be careful during the upcoming battle."

"Don’t think that just because those people left under Gu Jinghong’s threat that they won’t be lurking in the shadows."

"Barbarian Shamans have deeply scheming minds and may be hiding, plotting in secret."

"A Shaman’s Witch God Skills are incredibly strange and might have ways to briefly break through array defenses and launch direct attacks against you; you must be cautious."

Ji Zitong pondered for a moment, once more advising.

She had dealt with the Barbarian Race many times, well aware of how insidious the Shamans were and the cunning tricks they employed.

As a Cultivator, Ji Zitong had numerous methods and wasn’t afraid.

But Lin Zheyu was merely a Martial Artist, and Ji Zitong worried he might lower his guard and fall for the opponent’s tricks.

"Hmm, I will be careful," Lin Zheyu solemnly nodded.

The powers of Barbarian Shamans were indeed strange; even he might fall for their Illusory Dream Realm if not careful.

...

"Why didn’t you act?"

In the darkness, a burly Barbarian man spoke in displeasure.

His eyes were intently focused on his black-robed companion, waiting for an explanation.

"We should give face to Gu Jinghong, and there’s no need for us to clash head-on with him, alleviating pressure on Ji Ziyang and his people."

The black-robed Shaman replied calmly.

"Nade, Sali, if you two want to avenge Saar, you can stay."

"Chaos is about to reign, demons are descending, and this opportunity is extremely important. I can’t stay and accompany you in seeking revenge."

The black-robed Shaman glanced at the burly man and the person beside him, speaking flatly.

Among the five, it was Nade and Sali who had the closest relationship with Saar, harboring strong thoughts of vengeance.

"..."

"I... I’m sorry, I also feel this opportunity is too important."

"Why don’t we seek that person for revenge together after this is done, how about it?"

The Barbarian man named Nade pondered, then spoke slowly.

Sali and Saar were blood brothers, unlike him who didn’t need to sacrifice his future for the deceased Saar.

"Hmph!"

"Barbarian cultivation emphasizes clear conscience; what good is an opportunity if you cower like this?"

"If none of you are going, I will by myself."

"If I don’t kill him, my conscience won’t be clear. Even if opportunity knocks, I won’t comprehend anything."

Sali snorted coldly, speaking fiercely.

He turned around to the black-robed Shaman, saying calmly, "Grant me a formation-breaking dark light, I’ll go alone."

"Alright!"

The black-robed Shaman spoke calmly.

This guy, from beginning to end, displayed an unparalleled calmness.

His tone was like still water, as if nothing could stir his emotional fluctuations.

The black-robed Shaman slightly opened his mouth, intoning a phrase in a language filled with strange syllables.

As his words fell, he waved his right hand, and a jet-black light merged into the totem on Sali’s body.

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