Qin Feng quickly drew his bow and, the next second, fired at the monsters.
One arrow pierced straight through the wolf demon's head.
"What...?"
Behind him, the old man was completely stunned by the sight.
Though he had heard his granddaughter describe it before, seeing it for himself still left him dumbfounded.
With such ability, he would count as a cultivator in the Nine Great Cities, wouldn't he?
And someone like that had been driven out of the city?
Why did that seem impossible to him?!
The wolf in front collapsed.
The werewolf that had followed in behind it was also somewhat bewildered.
It stood there with its huge head raised, staring blankly at Qin Feng.
"Whoosh—"
Another arrow flew out, piercing through the wolf's body.
It fell just like that.
"Cook properly. I'll be back soon!"
Qin Feng dragged the two dead werewolves outside.
"Huh...?"
Qiu Bingxin stood there in a daze.
Even the old man's pupils contracted.
Why did this feel like a dream?
That man had simply dragged two wolves away like that?
The strength and weight of werewolves were several levels above those of ordinary humans.
Even these two wolves that had led the charge weighed around two hundred jin each.
Together, they weighed no less than four hundred jin.
Yet he had dragged them out with one in each hand.
"Xin'er, I think this little girl of mine has brought home a distinguished guest."
The old man spoke, his eyes gleaming.
How was this man some kind of idiot?
He was a true powerhouse through and through.
Perhaps he had even come from a sect.
Sects existed in this world.
The disciples of those sects possessed such powerful abilities.
The reason he knew nothing when asked was most likely because he had lost his memory.