Eight Extremes Wolf King

"Ah!" A tiny hill in the outskirts, usually desolate and secluded, was anything but quiet now. Seven or eight burly men had surrounded a delicate-looking girl of around twenty-three or twenty-four. Blood covered the ground, along with several men's corpses. Internal organs, intestines, and other parts of the human body were scattered everywhere.

"Meihu, stop resisting. With so many of us, we can trap you to death. Besides, I just sent word to Lord Wolf King. I believe he'll be here within the time it takes an incense stick to burn. By then, even death will be beyond your reach. Hand over the Gouchen Heavenly Book and surrender. Once Lord Wolf King arrives, perhaps he may still spare your life," the leading brute said darkly.

"Big Brother! Why waste words with her? Let's go up and seize her! The women of the Enchanting Fox Clan are all beauties—just right for us brothers to enjoy!" "Ha! Ha!" The surrounding brutes all leered and laughed obscenely. Meihu clenched her teeth hard. She was already at her limit; if she opened her mouth and let her breath leak, she might faint dead away.

Subconsciously, she touched the Gouchen Heavenly Book in her robes. The hope of her entire clan rested on this book and on her shoulders, but now... A resolute gleam flashed through Meihu's eyes. She stared fixedly at the leading brute, then suddenly clawed at him. A skyful of claw shadows enveloped the burly man. How could he have known that the fish caught in his net would truly come at him in a fight where fish and net both perished? Caught off guard, he let out a shout and gathered all his power to take the blow head-on.

"Ah!" A heaven-shaking scream burst from the brute's mouth. Meihu's sharp claws had torn a full half-pound of flesh from him. His abdomen was a bloody mess; had Meihu not exhausted her strength, his intestines would already have spilled from his belly. The leading brute hurriedly took out a pill, crushed it into powder, and applied it to his wound. With a savage expression, he glared at the panting Meihu and howled, "Brothers, kill this bitch! Leave the corpse whole! I'll arrange her body in all eighteen styles!" The pain was nearly enough to make him pass out. The hatred in his heart was boundless.

As she watched seven figures charge toward her, Meihu's vision blurred. Was she going to die? Was her clan truly about to be wiped out? Endless despair surged through her heart. Then a lazy voice drifted over. "Isn't it a little shameful for so many people to bully one girl?" Enormous Sword Qi gathered from all directions. Bang! With a thunderous blast, the seven brutes were hurled more than ten feet away. Wounds sliced open by Sword Qi appeared all over them, bleeding without end as they groaned in agony. Liao Xiaojin had been merciful, using only thirty percent of his True Essence to control his sword and not striking to kill. Otherwise, these seven men, who had not even reached the Qi Induction Stage, would have been ground into mincemeat by the Sword Qi.

The pressure on Meihu suddenly eased, and she found herself lying in the arms of an exceptionally handsome young man. She immediately fainted. "Hehe!" Seeing the girl in his arms, Liao Xiaojin smiled smugly.

Indeed! It was the classic scene of a hero saving a beauty. How could Liao Xiaojin not feel pleased with himself? Looking at the groaning brutes scattered about, he said, "I'm in a good mood today, so I won't kill you. So many of you besieging a pretty girl—you can't be anything good. Get lost!" With that, Liao Xiaojin took out a Yi Wood Spirit Talisman and struck it onto the girl in his arms. Meihu suddenly felt a familiar aura wandering through her body, wonderfully comfortable. Yes, it was an aura she knew well, carrying the fresh fragrance of nature. "Mmm!" A silver-bell-like sound slipped from Meihu's lips, making Liao Xiaojin's heart tremble. Good heavens, why does this girl's voice sound so lovely? he thought.

When Meihu woke, she saw the handsome man before her and knew he had saved her. Just as she was about to thank him, she realized she was still lying in his arms. Her face immediately flushed scarlet. She struggled out of Liao Xiaojin's embrace and thanked him, "Big Brother, thank you for saving me."

Hearing that heavenly voice, Liao Xiaojin's heart blossomed with joy. "Miss, no need to be so polite. Helping others is the root of happiness! And this was saving a life, no less. Right, my name is Liao Xiaojin. Just call me Brother Liao. What is your name?" Liao Xiaojin had spilled all his secrets again. After all, he was of the Vampire Clan, and his inner demon ran deep!

Meihu suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed toward the ground. Her strength had been nearly spent, like a lamp running out of oil. Though the Yi Wood Spiritual Energy had awakened her, she was still terribly weak. Quick as lightning, Liao Xiaojin caught her and gathered her back into his arms. Hehe! Have I been blessed with peach blossom luck lately?

As his thoughts ran wild, a sinister voice suddenly rang out. "Hehe! Is this the brat who ruined things?" "Lord Wolf King, it's him. He's a tough one. All seven of us brothers were injured by him and are still lying on the ground." The speaker was the brute who had nearly been disemboweled earlier. Liao Xiaojin turned around and saw a gaunt, half-aged man nearly six feet tall. A gloomy, inhuman aura radiated from his entire body.

Seeing the seven brutes lying on the ground, covered in wounds carved by Liao Xiaojin's Sword Qi and groaning nonstop, the Wolf King's expression changed. "Soaring Sword Qi Art! Are you a disciple of Shu Mountain?"

Liao Xiaojin groaned inwardly. I'm usually so clever. Why was I so muddleheaded today? I should have left right after saving her. Why did I waste time chatting with this little fox? Now a real tough opponent has arrived.

Seeing that Liao Xiaojin remained silent, the Eight Extremes Wolf King could not help growing angry. "I am the Eight Extremes Wolf King. Even your sect master, Daoist Qingxu, treats me with courtesy. You must be a third-generation disciple of Shu Mountain! Our Monster Alliance has always kept to its own side, the well water never offending the river water. Why are you meddling in our internal affairs?" The Eight Extremes Wolf King was gilding his own face. In truth, he had never even met the Shu Mountain sect master. Still, Shu Mountain's influence was indeed enormous, and its elders were fiercely protective of their own. Provoking a Shu Mountain disciple was truly like poking a hornet's nest. Even the Eight Extremes Wolf King had his misgivings. Otherwise, given his temperament, he would have charged in and started tearing people apart long ago. Why would he waste so much breath?

When Liao Xiaojin heard the Eight Extremes Wolf King's question, he felt as though he had fallen into clouds and mist. How could he possibly answer? Seeing Liao Xiaojin stay silent for so long, even the Eight Extremes Wolf King's patience ran out. "Insolent junior! You dare show this Wolf King such disrespect? Do you think our Monster Alliance truly fears your Shu Mountain? I'll kill you today and see what Shu Mountain can do to me!" With that, he became a blur and shot toward Liao Xiaojin. Liao Xiaojin's sharp eyes caught sight of the Eight Extremes Wolf King's hands transforming into long claws, silver light flickering over them. There was no time to meet him head-on. Hugging Meihu, he dodged with all his might. Rip! A large piece of cloth was torn from Liao Xiaojin's chest. Fortunately, he had moved fast enough; otherwise, his flesh would have been torn away as well.

Liao Xiaojin was shocked. How is this old bastard's speed comparable to our Vampire Clan's? I'd have to transform before I could reliably beat him in speed. The Eight Extremes Wolf King was secretly astonished too. Shu Mountain disciples specialized in sword cultivation. Did this one also cultivate body techniques? How could he be so fast? Even his greatest advantage, speed, could not do anything to him?

Seeing his clothes ripped into tatters, Liao Xiaojin hurriedly set down the girl in his arms and threw thirteen consecutive punches at the Eight Extremes Wolf King. Bang! Bang! The sounds rang out without cease. Neither used spells nor weapons; they simply traded fists and kicks. Powerful force burst in every direction, smashing who knew how many flowers and plants.

Boom! Another enormous crash rang out. The two figures met, then sprang apart. Thud! Thud! Thud! Liao Xiaojin staggered back three steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. In the end, he had been just a fraction slower. The Eight Extremes Wolf King broke through his barrage of fists and struck him squarely in the chest, jarring his internal organs. Had he not been a Vampire Clan member with an extraordinarily tough body, that punch might have taken his life.

The Eight Extremes Wolf King was shocked as well. Good heavens, that punch had at least several hundred pounds of force. Even stone would crack under it, yet this man only suffered a minor injury? Is he made of iron? He immediately stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Junior, I have taught you a lesson today. For Shu Mountain's sake, leave at once, and I will not pursue today's matter further." The Eight Extremes Wolf King did not wish to create unnecessary complications. Poking Shu Mountain's hornet nest was indeed not a wise choice.

Liao Xiaojin's eyes rolled half a turn. With a cold snort, his body shot backward and vanished into the darkness. The Eight Extremes Wolf King relaxed slightly and stepped forward two paces. He saw Meihu unconscious on the ground. "Hehe! They say the women of the Enchanting Fox Clan are all beauties. It seems the rumors are true." The leading brute hurriedly came forward and ingratiatingly said, "Lord Wolf King, why not search her for the Gouchen Heavenly Book first, then enjoy yourself properly? The master only wants the heavenly book. He does not care much about the person."

The Eight Extremes Wolf King nodded. "Mm, you have done well. Once I return to headquarters, I'll put in a few good words for you before Lord Blood Demon and arrange a good position for you." The brute immediately knelt. "Thank you, Lord Wolf King, for your cultivation. Brothers, we won't disturb you while you handle your business! What are you still lying around for? Get up! Can't you see Lord Wolf King has business to attend to?" His last two sentences were directed at the seven brutes still sprawled on the ground, groaning. The seven men struggled to their feet and soon left completely, leaving only the Eight Extremes Wolf King and the unconscious Meihu.

The Eight Extremes Wolf King gave a lecherous laugh. He stepped forward, seized Meihu's outer garment, and tore it. Rip! A large piece of her clothing came away, revealing pink underclothes. The Eight Extremes Wolf King swallowed and sighed inwardly, This woman really does have a fine figure. If Lord Blood Demon had not specifically ordered her silenced, this Wolf King truly would be reluctant to part with her! No, I need to do it a few more times today. Next time, there may not be one this tasty! Haha! He impatiently reached for Meihu's full breasts when he suddenly heard a whoosh! cutting through the air toward him, like something moving at high speed and tearing the air apart. The Eight Extremes Wolf King knew trouble was coming and threw himself aside with all his strength, but he was still half a beat too slow.

An incomparably sharp strand of Sword Qi had already cut a gash more than a foot long into his arm, so deep that white bone could faintly be seen. Blood splashed across the ground as if it cost nothing. The immense pain made the Eight Extremes Wolf King howl without regard for dignity, nearly fainting from the agony.

Liao Xiaojin's regretful yet lazy voice drifted into his ears. "Oh my, Senior Eight-Legged Wolf King, why are you in such a hurry? You want to get down to business out here in the wilderness? Could it be that you truly are a beast? Only beasts enjoy doing such things in the wild!"

Before the Eight Extremes Wolf King had recovered from his fright, he heard Liao Xiaojin's stream of mockery and spat out a mouthful of blood. He had been angered into it alive.

Ignoring the wound on his arm where blood still poured merrily, the Eight Extremes Wolf King stared fixedly at Liao Xiaojin. An eerie green light shone from his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Good! Very good! I never imagined that the supposedly upright Shu Mountain Sect would have disciples even more cunning than us monsters. I have seen it today. Very good. Do you think such a small wound can trouble me? If I do not tear you into ten thousand pieces today, I will not be called the Eight Extremes Wolf King!"

Awooo! Awooo! Earth-shaking howls burst from the Eight Extremes Wolf King's mouth, with no concern for being heard. Rings of air spread outward in spirals. Liao Xiaojin saw clearly that the wound on the Eight Extremes Wolf King's arm was healing at a startling speed. Both his hands transformed into furry wolf claws, their nails glinting with sharp silver light. Strange. Why does this fellow look like a werewolf transforming? Right, he said something about the Monster Alliance. Could he really not be human? Is he a wolf demon?

Though his mind raced, Liao Xiaojin's hands did not hesitate. He took out two Adamantine Talismans, placing one on the Meihu lying on the ground to keep her from being injured in the battle, and adding the other to himself. Just as he finished, a silver-glinting claw rapidly enlarged before his eyes. Having suffered once, how could Liao Xiaojin suffer a second time? He spat out his flying sword and slashed it toward the claw while dodging aside with all his might. Clang! Clang! Liao Xiaojin's incomparably sharp flying sword collided with the claw, sending sparks flying everywhere!

The Eight Extremes Wolf King stared in shock at his claw. Several inches-long nails, his sharpest and most pointed claws, had actually been sliced off. Looking at his bare claw, the Eight Extremes Wolf King laughed instead of raging. "Prime Gold of Taiyi! It truly is Prime Gold of Taiyi. It seems you are no ordinary Shu Mountain disciple. If I kill you today and seize your treasured sword, my strength should increase by thirty percent!" He immediately took out a bone short staff shaped like a flute. At its tip sat a skull the size of a fist. He became a phantom and stabbed toward Liao Xiaojin's chest. His speed was fully three times greater than before; he had been hiding his strength all along!

Seeing such monstrous speed, Liao Xiaojin was alarmed. How could he have time to think of anything else? He slashed desperately at the Eight Extremes Wolf King, intending to dodge with all his strength and then transform into a Vampire Clan member to compete with him in speed. But the instant the Skull Short Staff in the Eight Extremes Wolf King's hand touched the flowing air, it suddenly emitted a piercing, eerie shriek, like ten thousand ghosts wailing. Chilling ghostly qi blanketed the entire area. As cries like ghosts sobbing and wolves howling entered Liao Xiaojin's ears, his body jolted and his heart nearly leaped from his throat. How could he still move in time?

Clang! The flying sword was knocked to the ground. After all, Liao Xiaojin had cultivated the Soaring Sword Qi Art for less than three months. How could he compare to the Eight Extremes Wolf King, an old wolf demon who had cultivated for years? Carrying the force of thunder, the Eight Extremes Wolf King viciously struck Liao Xiaojin in the chest. Liao Xiaojin sprayed blood wildly and was sent flying nearly eighty feet away. Had the Adamantine Talisman not protected him, he would have been severely injured even if he did not die! Just as he tried to struggle to his feet, the Eight Extremes Wolf King stomped on his head. "Brat, if you want to play the hero saving the beauty, you must first look at your own strength. Remember these words in your next life!" The bone short staff transformed into a sheet of white shadow and smashed down at Liao Xiaojin's head. Judging by its force, if it hit, his brains would surely burst and his head would shatter like a rotten watermelon.

Liao Xiaojin deeply regretted it. Had I known, I would not have been so arrogant. If I had transformed into a Vampire Clan member, I would not have lost so miserably. Just as he was about to close his eyes and await death.