Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, Howling Sky Hound, Erlang Shen Set Arrives

The Howling Sky Hound lay prone on the ground, its body still stained with fresh blood.

But upon hearing the name Qin Mu, those fierce, wary eyes instantly filled with reverence.

In the Primordial Wilderness, there were countless powerful beings.

Yet some names needed no face-to-face meeting. Merely hearing them was enough to weigh upon the minds of ten thousand demons and immortals alike.

Senior Brother of the Sect of Interception Qin Mu was one of them.

The Howling Sky Hound said in a low voice, "So you are a disciple under Saint Qin Mu, Senior."

"Just now, Howling Sky was most disrespectful. I beg Senior to forgive me."

Yang Jian looked at it without the slightest trace of arrogance.

He merely put away the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade and said calmly, "You need not fear me because of my master."

"I did not save you for your Heavenly Demon bloodline either."

The Howling Sky Hound raised its head, hesitation still in its eyes.

The Primordial Wilderness was far too cruel.

It had seen with its own eyes as its clansmen were slaughtered, their demon cores dug out and their true blood drained away.

Those demon soldiers who had charged into the ancestral grounds of the Heavenly Demon clan had also spoken many pleasant words.

But when the blood cauldrons were lit and the clan's young were thrown inside, those words all turned into laughter.

So it did not believe in kindness.

Least of all kindness offered for no reason at all.

Yang Jian saw what lay in its eyes.

It was not mere vigilance.

It was a lone beast drenched in blood, no longer daring to extend its claws so easily.

Yang Jian fell silent for a moment before saying, "I saw my own shadow in you."

The Howling Sky