1193 Stalemate

"Release them!" The mustached middle-aged man spoke coldly after he saw Wu Xian and the others in the hands of Su Mo and Qin Busi.

His voice was not loud but in Su Mo and Qin Busi's ears, it felt like an explosion.

Pfft! Pfft!

Su Mo and Qin Busi's bodies shook violently like they had been struck by thunder. Both of their mouths sprayed out a mouthful of blood.

They could feel an invisible power directly affecting their bodies. This power was majestic, it was comparable to a billion kilometers of river and a million kilometers of mountains. It was impossible to resist.

"What?" Su Mo was shocked. How could the Honorables be so terrifying?

"Let us go or they'll all die!" Qin Busi roared in a loud voice. His face was deathly white and he was holding up two hostages in his hands.

Su Mo tightened his hold on his hostages, causing Wu Xian and the other hostage to roll their eyes, showing the whites.

Only by having firm control of his hostages did he have the confidence to oppose the Honorables.

"Honorable Fan, Honorable Yin, save me!"

"Save us, Honorables!"

"I don't want to die! Don't want to die!"

Dozens of Sorcerer tribe talents were held as hostages. They all desperately cried out for help with terror on their faces.

"I'll give you three breaths to let them go! Otherwise, you will die!"

The mustached middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and a cold light flashed through his eyes. With a cold shout, his aura started emanating intensely like a wild wave. It formed an invisible pressure that moved like mountains and oceans, pressed against Su Mo and Qin Busi.

If not for the sake of Wu Xian's safety, he would have attacked a long time ago and killed both of them. There would be no need of such idle chatter!

The powerful pressure was as heavy as a mountain, that shackled around Su Mo and Qin Busi's bodies like a shapeless chain. It made both of them break out into a cold sweat and their bones to crack.

In their eyes, the mustached middle-aged man was incomparably imposing and his aura was tyrannical. He was like the master of the world. There was bright light shooting from his eyes which made it hard for anyone to look directly into his eyes.

But no matter how powerful he was, Su Mo would have to face him.

At this moment, Su Mo gritted his teeth and made a decision. He tightened his left fist and the weak youth in his hand immediately gave a tragic cry and his body exploded. The young man was torn into pieces, they formed a bloody mist.

Seeing this, the other hostages immediately paled. Even Wu Xian's eyes showed a glimmer of fear.

"If we die, they die with us!" Su Mo's eyes were red as he roared angrily. He had killed a hostage to prove his determination.

Seeing this, the mustached middle-aged man was first surprised, but he immediately flew into a rage. How dare an ant-like aboriginal like him kill members of his tribe in front of him. He was asking to die.

"You brought this upon yourself!" The mustached man roared and took a step forward.

Boom!

He took one step forward and it was as if the god of thunder descended from the heavens. Thunder split open the void space and Su Mo and Qin Busi were both hit heavily. Once again, they spat out blood and their bodies could not help but be taken aback.

The Qi strength around Qin Busi's body immediately dissipated and the 10 talents of the Sorcerer tribe held by the Qi strength suddenly flew outward and left Qin Busi's control.

"You still have the span of two breaths!" The mustached man took another step forward and immediately came within 30,000 meters of Su Mo and Qin Busi.

"Stop, or I'll kill her!" Su Mo saw the situation and immediately roared in an angry voice as he pushed Wu Xian forward.

Even though he was injured, his hand remained clasped tightly around Wu Xian's neck, he did not dare relax, even for the slightest moment.

He could not let the anyone else come close, otherwise, he would definitely die.

The mustached man saw this and immediately stopped. He furrowed his brows slightly and a cold light flashed through his eyes.

This was what he had been most worried about. He could not let anything happen to Wu Xian.

Anyone else could die but not Wu Xian!

Wu Xian's great-grandfather was the High Priest of their branch, the second highest figure in the whole branch. If something were to happen to Wu Xian, they would not survive!

The mustached man thought that he could shake Su Mo's hand off for an instant. The moment Su Mo's hand relaxed for a tenth of a blink, he would strike.

But he realized that he had underestimated this aboriginal. It was as if his hands were rooted in Wu Xian's neck. His hands were fixed and did not move.

He did not dare to act rashly. Everything would be over if he accidentally hurt Wu Xian!

Even though the desire to kill was still surging in the mustached man's heart, he was also puzzled. How could such a person appear in the tiny Firmament World?

It was unbelievable!

Seeing the mustached man hesitate, Su Mo and Qin Busi looked at each other then began to slowly move backward.

They must leave quickly. The longer they wait, the smaller their chances of escape was.

Swoosh!

But Su Mo and Qin Busi had only retreated a few thousand meters when there was suddenly a ripple in the space behind them. The old woman had appeared behind them.

Su Mo and Qin Busi immediately stopped. Their entire bodies tensed up because they did not want to underestimate this old woman. Just like the man, her strength was not something they could challenge.

"Let the three of them go and I will let you leave!" The mustached man said coldly trying to compromise with Su Mo.

Right now, there were still three hostages. Su Mo had a hold of Wu Xian, while Qin Busi was holding two Sorcerer tribe talents in his hands.

"Is that so?" Su Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. He did not believe the man's words. If he did not have the hostage in hand, he would've been dead by now.

He could tell that Wu Xian is important for the tribe so they would not dare act rashly.

At the same time, Su Mo focused his mind and did not dare relax, even for a moment, as he got ready for any sudden attacks from the middle-aged man and the old woman.

"I am Wu Fan and I can promise you as an Honorable!" The mustached man said lightly.

"I am Wu Sen and I can also promise you, as long as you release the three of them, we will not make things difficult for you two!" The old woman also spoke. Her voice was faint but filled with vicissitude and indifference.

"Ab... aboriginal, an Honorable... will not go back on their promise!" said Wu Xian haltingly, as her face was gradually turning purple, still held at the neck by Su Mo.

Su Mo laughed coldly in his heart. He couldn't be fooled as easily as a three-year-old!

An Honorable would not go back on their word? He would rather believe that ghosts existed than to believe anything members of the Sorcerer tribe said.

Qin Busi looked at Su Mo and shook his head slightly, signaling that they could not trust their words.

He was truly worried that Su Mo would be fooled. After all, even though Su Mo was powerful, he was still young and pretty easy to fool.

Su Mo nodded slightly and moved closer to Qin Busi. They stood back to back, guarding themselves against Wu Fan and Wu Sen.

At one point, the situation was at a stalemate, because Wu Fan and Wu Sen, the two Honorables, did not dare act rashly and they also did not want to let Su Mo and Qin Busi leave.

Su Mo's mind spun and sweat dripped off his forehead. He thought desperately for a way to escape.

However, faced with Honorables of the Sorcerer tribe, it seemed like there was no trick that would work!