Two days later, Heavenly Wolf Valley.
Old Wolf Ancestor looked at the one man and three beasts grinning before him, and felt his head buzzing. The injuries that had not fully healed last time seemed to be acting up again.
Those who climbed to the Three Treasures Hall without cause never came bearing good intentions. These four beasts had come knocking—what good could possibly come of it?
Sure enough, the moment Qin He opened his mouth, Old Wolf Ancestor nearly fainted.
"Not lending it!"
Old Wolf Ancestor was exceptionally firm, his grizzled beard trembling as he said, "The Moon Radiance Cauldron and one's wife are never lent out."
"You're this old and you still have a wife?" Wang Tie Zhu mocked.
"Either way, I won't lend it out. Kill me or carve me up, do as you please." Old Wolf Ancestor lifted his chin, looking righteous and unyielding, as though prepared to die a hero's death.
It could not beat them in a fight; that had already been proven in Inlaid City last time. Even three against one had not been enough.
Even its own clan-protecting grand formation could not withstand more than three blows before this man.
But surrender was even more impossible. You wanted it, so it should just hand it over?
Absolutely not!
A scholar could be killed but not humiliated.
The Heavenly Wolf Tribe had bones too!
This Wolf Ancestor's bones were hard as iron!
"Is that so?"
Wang Tie Zhu's expression turned stern as he turned to Qin He. "Master, how about we eat roasted wolf leg? Come to think of it, we haven't eaten in eight days."
"Fine."
Qin He nodded. With a ringing clang, the Big Black Shovel transformed into a black sword thirty feet long and was placed against Old Wolf Ancestor's