Mu Bai's vision blurred, and that massive body had already appeared thirty yards away.
The Wolf King's silver-white fur stood on end, gleaming with a metallic chill beneath the sunlight; its golden slit pupils had shrunk to thin lines, burning with rage fierce enough to incinerate all things; its savage fangs were fully bared, and the drool dripping from them corroded small pits into the ground.
Most terrifying of all was the Xiantian-level pressure, crushing down like something tangible.
Mu Bai's legs went weak, and the hand holding his sword trembled slightly. Every organ in his body protested against that dreadful oppression.
But he clenched his teeth and forcibly straightened his back, keeping the sword's edge firmly pressed against the cub's soft throat.
ROAR—! The Silver Moon Wolf King let out an earth-shaking howl, its front claws digging deep into the ground. Hard rock tore apart as easily as tofu.
It stared fixedly at Mu Bai—or rather, at the cub in Mu Bai's hand. Every muscle in its body was taut, ready to spring up and kill at any moment.
Suppressing his fear, Mu Bai forced himself to meet those golden slit pupils brimming with killing intent.
He slowly raised the cub in his hand, allowing the Wolf King to clearly see where the blade rested.
"As a Xiantian demonic beast, I know you can roughly understand what I mean." Mu Bai's voice was astonishingly calm, a stark contrast to his wildly pounding heart. "I bear no ill will toward your children. I only want the Dragon Sparrow Grass."
A low growl rumbled from the Wolf King's throat, sparks spitting between its fangs.
"Let me leave, and I'll return your children to you." Mu Bai slowly backed away as he spoke. "I swear upon my martial heart that, so long