Ying Sheng, Fangs

In the small courtyard, Lin Qi had already leapt into the air when the two maidservants were cut down by the great axe.

Those two maidservants had been gentle and lovely. Over the past two days, they had attended to Lin Qi's meals and daily needs. Having grown up in the Black Tiger Family, spending year after year among a pack of burly men before being thrown into the Black Abyss Divine Prison as soon as he was old enough, Lin Qi had, to be frank, never experienced such tender, water-soft care.

Yet these two little maidservants, as gentle and lovely as dewdrops, had been slaughtered before his very eyes by this pack of snarling Snow Werewolves. Killing intent surged in Lin Qi's heart. With a low, savage roar like a maddened tiger, he drew the Army-Slaying Axe and lunged at the Snow Werewolves.

The two Snow Werewolves at the forefront bared their gleaming fangs. Looking at Lin Qi, a flash of delight flickered through their ghastly green eyes.

"Lin Qi, the secret merchant from the West—take him alive! This brat has money, lots of money!" The two Snow Werewolves grinned in unbridled delight. In their eyes, Lin Qi was a huge, gleaming golden sheep—according to their intelligence, Lin Qi was merely a fat sheep of a secret merchant from the West, with a bit of brute strength and no other talents to speak of.

The Snow Werewolves tossed aside their weapons and sprang at Lin Qi in a huddle. Swinging their thick arms, they grabbed for his shoulders. They wanted a living captive. Before they had set out, the powerful figures behind them and the Great Mage directing their operation had both made it clear: Lin Qi had to be taken alive.

The Army-Slaying Axe swept evenly forward, silently