Slaying the Demon King, Resolutely Meeting His End

"Whoosh—"

A snow-bright blade streaked across the firmament, slaughtering toward the Howling Moon Wolf King with the force of thunder. Even space seemed to resonate with it, like a gale brushing over green waters and raising layer upon layer of ripples.

The Howling Moon Wolf King's fur stood on end, an immense sense of crisis rising within its heart. It smelled the breath of death.

Enduring the pain, it forced out the treasured sword embedded between its eyebrows. Demonic energy surged around its body as more than a dozen wolf fangs swiftly arranged themselves in a circle before it, transforming into a flawless white jade disc.

The Lunar Star high above the heavens was drawn once more, and vast power washed down like a milky way from beyond the skies, pouring into the Howling Moon Wolf King's body.

"Awooo—"

The Howling Moon Wolf King threw back its head in a long howl. Its entire body was enveloped in a layer of sacred, tranquil fluorescence, and its mottled injuries began healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

At that moment, Chen Wushang's long-accumulated blade strike crashed down toward its head.

The blade light collided thunderously with the disc formed from the wolf fangs before the Howling Moon Wolf King. Though neither possessed tangible form, Song Changsheng clearly heard a crisp clash.

This was a contest of strength—on one side, a Demon King whose might shook an entire region; on the other, a Golden Crow Sect Town Guardian Envoy staking everything he had. They would determine not only superiority, but life and death!

Just as Song Changsheng prepared to lend aid, Meng Hao's aged voice reached his ears. Yet this time, it held a little less majesty and a little more gentleness.

"Daoist Song, though this old man is meeting