At the Green-Shirt Wolf Demon's command.
The few lesser demons behind him, poised and ready, hesitated no longer.
Low whimpers issued from their throats as they dropped to all fours and charged fiercely toward Jiang Yuechu.
The morning wind was bleak, sweeping up dust.
Chen Qingyuan and the others felt their hearts leap into their throats.
Just then.
The girl's long, slender fingers had already closed around the hilt.
Clang—
The Horizontal Blade left its sheath.
She did not even look at the Wolf Demons pouncing toward her. Her cold, clear eyes remained fixed on the Green-Shirt Wolf Demon from beginning to end.
The perfected intent of Fierce Tiger Quickblade was unleashed without reservation in that instant.
From above, she cleaved down with a single stroke.
The blade rose in the morning light and fell into the dust.
The moment the blade emerged, an incomparably savage killing aura exploded outward, chilling the very air around them.
Chen Qingyuan and the dozen-odd Flying Eagle Sect men behind him saw their vision blur, while a tiger's roar like wind and thunder seemed to ring faintly in their ears!
The Green-Shirt Wolf Demon, who had been wearing a mocking expression moments before, was even more horrified.
Every instinct in his body told him.
He could not take this strike!
In that flash of lightning and flint, he did not even have time to dodge. He merely reached out on instinct, seized a companion that had just charged up beside him, and hurled him forward.
Propelled by an immense force, the lesser demon met the snow-bright blade light head-on.
The blade flashed and vanished.
The Wolf Demon used as a shield had not even reacted.
From the crown of his head down to his crotch.
A line of blood burst forth.
The next moment, his entire body was split cleanly into two.
Scalding demon blood and entrails splashed across the ground.
What a ferocious blade.
What a swift blade.
What a Demon Suppression Bureau!
Chen Qingyuan and the others stood rooted to the spot, forgetting to step forward and help for a moment!
The Wolf Demons about to pounce also hastily braked amid the dust.
Their four claws scraped at the ground, kicking up a trail of dust.
Whimpers escaped their throats, and their furry wolf tails instinctively tucked tight between their hind legs.
Yet after bringing down that strike, the blade-wielding girl did not pause in the slightest.
With a stomp, she shot forward again like an arrow loosed from the string.
The blade traced a miserable arc.
A horizontal sweep!
Pff! Pff! Pff!
Three more massive wolf heads flew into the sky.
Scalding demon blood erupted several feet from their neck stumps.
From beginning to end, it had taken no more than the blink of an eye.
The Green-Shirt Wolf Demon watched helplessly as more than half his offspring died in the blink of an eye.
The remaining Wolf Demons had been scared out of their wits by that blade. Cowering, they no longer dared to step forward.
He stood frozen where he was.
When he finally came to his senses, he was both shocked and enraged.
Cultivation was already difficult for the Demon Race.
Setting aside those mountain and wild spirits that had gained fortunate opportunities, awakened their intelligence, and evolved.
For Demon Race members like them, who possessed bloodline inheritances, reproduction and propagation were especially difficult.
After losses along the way, in several decades, his entire lineage, including himself, numbered only these few.
Yet today, they had perished here!
"Stop at once!!!"
But the blade-wielding girl seemed not to have heard him.
The blade tip hung diagonally downward as a drop of demon blood slid off its edge and seeped into the dust beneath her feet.
She slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
The morning mist dispersed from her lips.
"Isn't the strong devouring the weak the law of heaven and earth?"
Jiang Yuechu raised her eyes and looked at him calmly.
"I thought you had explained it so fluently just now. Clearly, you agreed with this principle."
"So why are you so enraged now?"
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At those words, the Green-Faced Wolf Demon's long robe tore apart as suddenly bulging muscles stretched it taut.
"You—are—dead!!!!"
The next instant, the Wolf Demon lowered his body, dropped to all fours, and explosively kicked off with his hind legs.
The ground cracked.
A green shadow, carrying a foul wind, lunged straight at Jiang Yuechu's face.
When the green shadow was halfway through its leap, rolling black baleful qi spread from its body.
Clearly, this was no ordinary demon's technique.
Yet the girl neither dodged nor retreated before such an attack.
With an angry shout, she leaped high into the air.
In midair, her blood and qi surged forth as though by instinct.
Behind her, the phantom of a Variegated Blood Tiger condensed!
Roar—
A tiger's roar shook the wilderness!
One high, one low.
One above, one below.
The two figures collided violently in the middle of the village road!
The blade buried itself in shoulder and neck.
Wolf claws tore through flesh.
The dense black baleful qi and blood-colored phantom separated at the first touch, then merged together before both finally dissipated.
The two figures were sent flying backward in opposite directions and crashed heavily to the ground.
Jiang Yuechu gave a muffled grunt. A mouthful of fishy sweetness surged into her throat, but she forcefully swallowed it back down.
The black clothing around her abdomen had been torn apart by three claw marks, blood continuously seeping from the wounds.
She had never learned any exquisite martial arts. This blade technique obtained from the Tiger Demon was broad and forceful, advancing with unstoppable momentum, but that was all it was.
The Green-Shirt Wolf Demon staggered to his feet, his left shoulder blade nearly severed by that strike.
Yet the savagery in his eyes made him forget such injuries.
Only then did the dozen-odd Flying Eagle Sect men behind her awaken as if from a dream.
Chen Qingyuan was the first to react. Pale-faced, he shouted, "Protect my lord!"
With a great rustle.
More than a dozen men drew their weapons and rushed over, stumbling and scrambling as they surrounded the swaying figure.
Blades and swords left their sheaths, aimed at the Green-Shirt Wolf Demon as if facing a great enemy.
Meanwhile, the few remaining lesser demons in the distance along the village road had already been scared out of their wits by the sight.
With mournful howls, they tucked their tails and fled farther away, not daring to approach even a fraction closer.
At the end of the day, seeking benefit and avoiding harm was the instinct of all living things.
Birds and beasts were thus. Demons and devils were thus as well.
But humans would restrain that instinct to seek benefit and avoid harm for certain things.
That was the difference between humans and beasts.
Under everyone's cover, Jiang Yuechu finally had time to calculate inwardly.
Though the Green-Shirt Wolf Demon before her had also entered the String-Hearing Realm, his abilities were not as strange and unpredictable as the Tiger Demon's.
His strength... was certainly below that Tiger Demon's.
Back then, being able to slay that Tiger Demon with one strike had likely been more than half due to luck, owing to the fact that he had already been badly injured.
But even so.
Only through this battle did she realize that demons of the String-Hearing Realm truly could not be underestimated.
With her current strength alone, even if she could kill him, she would clearly suffer serious injuries herself.
Under ordinary circumstances, that would have been one thing.
But her identity was sensitive now. She absolutely could not afford to be gravely wounded.
With a thought, the Ancient Scroll flashed through her mind.
[Dao Cultivation: One hundred and fifty-two years.]
The original twenty-five years, along with the few lesser demons she had slain.
Her Dao Cultivation had now reached a considerable amount once more.
She slowly exhaled a blood-tinged breath of turbid air.
Tsk...
She still had to use a cheat.
Jiang Yuechu hesitated no longer. With a thought, she moved her consciousness.
One hundred and fifty-two years of Dao Cultivation surged into the Tiger Demon Scroll in full, like floodwaters released from a breached dam.
Boom—
Everything around her—whether Chen Qingyuan's shouts or the Wolf Demon's roars—receded completely in that instant.
Heaven and earth seemed to be left with only black and white.
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