Chapter 339 The Past of the Sharktooth Tribe

On a very open flat ground on the Dolphin Spirit Island, there stood a dozen tents of different sizes, made of animal skins.

The one in the middle occupied a large area in the middle, and was obviously much taller than the other tents around it.

Outside this largest tent stood a thick purple wooden flagpole, on which a large apricot-red flag was painted with a shark totem with an angry mouth and tail.

The door of the tent was closed tightly, and there was no one outside. In the tent, the shark-faced, burly Shar Long was pacing around in the big tent alone, with a sad face.

Not long ago, he had just been taught a lesson by Liu Haiyu alone at the sacrificial platform.

At that time, although Liu Haiyu saved him from the devil, Shark Face didn't think so. He regarded Liu Haiyu's appearance as a gift from the shark spirit. If he could successfully devour Liu Haiyu's soul, he could become powerful.

In the end, he was taught a lesson by Liu Haiyu, which made him feel very disappointed. This feeling of loss was like a black, light-devouring flame that was ignited in his heart, burning more and more vigorously.

Depression, inferiority, gloom... These negative emotions formed an invisible black curtain in his heart, and under the black curtain was a darker and deeper hatred.

"Shalong, you are such a waste that you can't even deal with a Taoist disciple. What qualifications do you have to dream of returning to the East China Sea for revenge? Restoring the glory of the Shark Tooth Clan is simply a dream." He kept blaming himself in his heart, beating his chest and stamping his feet in excitement.

"Revenge by my own strength and the remaining Shark Tooth Clan members may be a fantasy. If only I could find other more powerful helpers. In addition to the Shark Tooth Clan, there is only the Pig Spirit Clan on this island. But the chief of the Pig Spirit Clan, old man "Yun Nuo", does not want to fight back to the East China Sea with me, and the Pig Spirit Clan does not seem to be much stronger than the current Shark Tooth Clan. Who else? Who is stronger? Liu Haiyu? The Taoist disciple who defeated me is indeed strong..."

Thinking of this, Shalong suddenly stopped, slapped his forehead with his hand, and his face was full of anger. Lu suddenly realized something and said to himself, "I figured it out! Isn't there a lot of powerful sects in Zhongyuan Continent where Liu Haiyu is? If we can form an alliance with one of the big sects among them, we will be able to return to the East China Sea and successfully take revenge."

Thinking so, he showed ecstasy in his eyes, raised his clenched fist, looked up and shouted loudly: "I want revenge! I want revenge!"

The sound was like a mad shark imprisoned in an iron cage, desperately rushing left and right in a closed space, causing the whole tent to shake violently, and the thick round wooden pillars used to support the tent creaked.

After a while, Shark Face's manic mood calmed down, and he whispered, "I'm going to Zhongyuan Continent to find help."

At this moment, the curtain outside the tent was opened by someone.

"Who is so bold that he dares to break into my tent privately." Shark Face was about to get angry when he realized that someone had come uninvited. Because without his permission, other tribesmen would be severely punished by him if they entered the tent, let alone ten feet around the tent.

"Shalong, my nephew, long time no see." The visitor said first.

"It's you?" Shark Face was a little surprised to see the visitor, but he was not angry.

The visitor was wearing a loose gray robe and looked like a bald monk, because there were three crooked scars on his bald head.

A huge upturned nose occupied most of the middle of the bald monk's face, and a pair of large nostrils on it turned outward, and even the thick nose hairs overflowing could be clearly seen. Above the nose was a pair of small eyes like soybeans, flashing with a fascinating look.

"Why, in just over ten years, have you forgotten your second uncle?" The visitor continued.

"It's really you? Are you still alive? When you practiced forbidden techniques and harmed your fellow tribesmen, wasn't my father expelled from the Shark Tooth Clan and personally presided over the execution of sacrificing the shark spirit in public?" Shark Long asked in surprise.

"Hehe." The bald monk smiled strangely at first, with a complicated look in his eyes. Then he said, "Your father is my elder brother after all. How could he bear to let me die? He just found a death row prisoner as a substitute and used a trick. Afterwards, your father, as the chief of the shark tooth tribe, personally whipped me with 100 shark tooth soul-devouring whips to punish me for my sins."

As he spoke, the bald monk pulled open his shirt with his hands, revealing his chest. His chest was covered with crisscrossing scars, like old bark that had been cut many times with a knife.

Then, the bald monk closed his clothes neatly, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the 100 soul-devouring whips did not make him surrender.

When Shark Face saw the whipping scars on the bald monk's chest, his scalp tingled. How did his second uncle survive the 100 shark tooth soul-devouring whips?

The shark tooth soul-devouring whip is made of the spine and teeth of the East China Sea blue shark, and then soaked and tempered with several kinds of highly toxic deep-sea snake venom for 49 days. Every time the whip hits, the person being punished feels like being bitten by shark teeth, and the venom on the snake penetrates into the bone marrow. Even the warriors of the shark tooth tribe usually cannot survive more than ten whips, and most of them will die with their bones withered and flesh rotted.

"How did you find this place?" Shark Face continued to ask.

"It's a long story. Back then, your father spared me half of my life and warned me not to appear in the East China Sea for the rest of my life, otherwise I would be killed without mercy. I endured the pain and fled westward to Zhongyuan Continent. In order to heal The wounds on my body were caused by whipping, and I kept attacking and devouring the souls of those cultivators in the Zhongyuan Continent. As my body gradually recovered, I became a wanted target of various sects in the Zhongyuan Continent. , and finally I joined an organization called "Shadow". "Shadow" gave me the space to survive and allowed me to live until now. This time I came to the coast of the East China Sea to carry out the tasks assigned to me by the "Shadow" organization. As soon as I arrived here, I discovered that there were quite a few Shark Tooth Clan members. When I inquired about it, it turned out that the "Shark Tooth Clan" were driven out from the East China Sea by their enemies and hid on Dolphin Island to survive." The bald monk said unhurriedly. said.

"We were not driven out, but framed by the cunning Scale Dragon Clan. My father lost his life trying to cover the evacuation of the remaining clan members. One day, I, Sharak Long, must return with the members of the Shark Tooth Clan. Donghai, destroyed the Scale Dragon clan to avenge his father and many other clan members who died," Shark Face defended loudly.

"Revenge? Just you and a group of old and weak soldiers under you? The original strength of the Scale Dragon Clan is higher than that of our Shark Tooth Clan. I said back then that forming an alliance with the Scale Dragon Clan is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger. Only if you are strong, can you It's the only way to survive. I chose to become stronger, so I secretly practiced the shark-tooth clan's forbidden technique." At this point, the bald monk paused deliberately.

Staring at Shalong's shark face maliciously, he then said sarcastically: "What? My good nephew, looking at your handsome face now, I know that you have also practiced forbidden arts like me." The technique of "teeth eating souls" is really a huge irony."

"Don't talk nonsense. It was because my father transferred his soul power to me before he died that I became what I am now. I want to inherit my father's power and revive the Sharktooth Clan."

Shark Face defended loudly, with a complicated expression on his face, including fear, sadness, and unwillingness.

Half a year ago, a bloody battle between races just took place on an island deep in the East China Sea.

On the ground, the corpses of the shark-tooth warriors were scattered everywhere, with broken limbs and arms, and rivers of blood. A pole was forked on the ground, but it had not yet fallen. The flag with the Shark Tooth Clan's "Shark Fighting" totem was fluttering feebly but stubbornly in the residual wind full of the smell of blood.

Under the flag, an old man covered with scars stood among a pile of corpses. The blood of himself and the enemy was twisted together, staining his whole body red. A short sword penetrated his chest, and he was bleeding. It was a fatal wound. His gray hair was braided into messy braids on both sides of his face. He held the flagpole of the clan flag next to him with one trembling hand.

In front of the old man was a young man kneeling on one knee. They were a father and son.

The father said: "Shalong, you are my only son. According to the rules of the Sharktooth Clan, if I die, you will be the new leader of the Sharktooth Clan. I can't survive now, but your strength is still too weak. If If you want to continue to survive, you must become stronger. Don't think about revenge. We are no match for those powerful enemies. Let's escape from here with the remaining Shark Tooth Clan. As long as the Shark Tooth Clan is not destroyed, there will always be a day when the Shark Tooth Clan will rise again. ”

"Father, if I carry you, you won't die." The son responded loudly, with emotion.

There were tears in his father's old eyes, but a smile appeared on his face, and he said very kindly: "My child, I will always be by your side to protect you and the entire Sharktooth Clan."

Hearing this, the son burst into tears and laughed, thinking that his father would really not die.

The father took one of his son's hands, placed it on the flagpole of the clan flag, and said, "Take him."

The son nodded and gripped the flagpole tightly.

The father looked up at the shark totem on the flag that was snarling angrily and wagging its tail, then looked down at his son and became extremely calm.

Suddenly, the father stretched out his hands, clamped the temples on both sides of his son's head with his strong palms, and shouted: "Shalong! Remember! Take the flag of the Sharktooth Clan and take the remaining Sharktooth Clan members with them. Leave here and work hard to survive. Only by forgetting hatred can you have a future."

At the same time, a huge amount of soul power came from the father's palms and merged into the son's body through the temples on both sides of the head.

The son's skull was about to crack due to the sudden impact of the huge soul power entering his body.

"Ah -" he shouted, losing his mind and frantically absorbing these extremely familiar yet unfamiliar soul powers that were integrated into his body. And his originally upright face gradually distorted, and finally turned into a shark face.