The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff Tortured to Death, a Golden Meteor Tearing Across the Sky!

The blood was scalding, soaking its fluffy golden fur.

The Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff shrank its neck from the heat and let out confused little whimpers.

It still did not know what had happened. It merely instinctively nudged forward, wanting to burrow into its mother's embrace.

Perhaps she was afraid of frightening her child, or perhaps the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff no longer had the strength to howl.

Through the excruciating pain, she raised her right paw, its flesh shredded by the wind blades until even the bones of her toes showed, and gently shoved her cub.

Run. Get out of here!

But she was too weak. The motion was so light that it carried almost no force.

Not only was the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff not pushed away, it desperately tried to burrow deeper into her embrace.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Slow applause sounded from within the dust and smoke.

Luo Feng emerged from the dispersing haze. A savage claw mark slashed diagonally across his chest from shoulder to waist, flesh split open and blood dripping.

Blood stained the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale as paper. He had clearly suffered serious injuries.

Yet his eyes were astonishingly bright.

"Good beast, good beast!"

He clapped as he laughed through a cough.

"Just now, I was this close to dying at your hands. Luckily, my inborn sixth sense is sharp, or I really might have fallen for your trick."

He walked closer step by step, each footfall landing in the pool of blood with a sickening squelch.

Moonlight shone upon his face. That bloodless face looked particularly ferocious at this moment.

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff lifted her head and shielded her cub behind her body, staring fixedly at the human drawing nearer with every step.

She wanted to stand, but her limbs no longer had even a shred of strength. She wanted to warn him with a roar, but she could no longer make a sound.

All she could do was use her final strength to shelter her cub beneath her.

Luo Feng stopped about ten meters away from the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff.

It was a delicate distance—close enough for him to attack the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff, yet far enough to guard against her desperate final struggle.

Past experience had taught him never to underestimate a mother, even if she was merely a soul beast.

He had learned that lesson from his dead brother. Back then, he had been just as confident, believing that a mere commoner could pose no threat to a Soul Master like him.

So, right in front of that woman, he had wantonly humiliated her daughter. Then that woman, somehow forcing herself back to her feet, had stabbed him clean through with the steel blade lodged in her dead husband's body.

So what if one was a Soul Master? A fatal wound still meant death.

He raised his hand. The Wind Spirit Spear embedded in the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's forepaw trembled violently, then flew backward with a wet squelch, dragging out a spray of blood before landing steadily in Luo Feng's palm.

Another bloody hole pierced through the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's forepaw, but she no longer had even the strength to tremble.

She only stared fixedly at Luo Feng without blinking.

Luo Feng looked down at her and suddenly smiled.

Under the moonlight, that smile looked even uglier than a cry, like a vengeful ghost demanding a life.

"Originally, I planned to let you die quickly. Who knew you beast would be so cunning, actually planning to drag me down with you?"

He gripped the Wind Spirit Spear tightly, his eyes filled with venomous resentment.

"Since that's the case, don't blame me, Luo Feng, for being ruthless."

He paused, then seemed to think of something. The grin on his lips widened further.

"I hear that if a soul beast dies with intense hatred in its heart, the chance of dropping a Soul Bone increases. Today, I, Luo Feng, will test whether that rumor is true!"

As his words fell, he raised the Wind Spirit Spear, its tip aimed at the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff that kept nudging about.

"You'd better block it well."

His voice was filled with malicious mockery.

"Your weak newborn cub can't take even one strike from my spear. If I accidentally hit it, don't you dare blame me."

Whoosh!

The Wind Spirit Spear flew from his hand!

This time, he did not aim at the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff, but shot directly toward that tiny figure.

The spear's gleam tore through the air, ripping apart the night!

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's eyes, which had nearly closed, suddenly flew wide open.

She did not know where the strength came from. Her broken body lunged forward, using herself to protect the cub behind her.

Squelch!

The sound of a spear piercing flesh rang out once more.

But this time, it did not pierce the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's forepaw.

It pierced her side.

The wound that had already been deep enough to expose bone was completely torn open by that strike.

Blood gushed forth like a spring.

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's body convulsed violently, but her eyes remained locked on Luo Feng.

Beyond the hatred in those eyes was a protection so stubborn it had reached the extreme.

"Hahahaha! Good! Very good!"

Luo Feng laughed maniacally and beckoned with one hand, calling the Wind Spirit Spear back to him.

The second Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up. He transformed into a gust of wind and circled toward another direction.

"Let's see how many spears you can block!"

Whoosh!

The third spear!

Squelch!

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's hind leg was pierced through.

Whoosh!

The fourth spear!

Squelch!

Her shoulder blade was pierced through.

Whoosh!

The fifth spear!

Squelch!

The sixth spear!

The seventh spear!

Luo Feng constantly changed positions, aiming at the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff every single time.

Spear after spear, like a slow execution.

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's body was already riddled with holes, blood pouring from countless wounds.

The ground beneath her had long been soaked through, turning into a muddy bog of blood.

Yet she was still moving—or rather, writhing.

Dragging her increasingly stiff body, she squeezed strength from her bones again and again, sheltering her cub tightly beneath her and using her battered, ruined body to block every strike.

The Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff curled beneath its mother. Its fluffy golden fur had long been soaked through with her blood.

It trembled ceaselessly, letting out faint, mournful cries.

It did not understand what was happening. It only knew that its mother's body was growing colder and her breathing weaker.

It desperately nudged into its mother's embrace, as though it wanted to use its tiny body to warm her gradually chilling form, but it was all in vain.

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's golden eyes grew dimmer and dimmer. If not for her pupils remaining focused on the cub beneath her, still filled with attachment and reluctance, she would have seemed no different from dead.

The Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to bid farewell to her child, but she could no longer make any sound.

Luo Feng raised the Wind Spirit Spear in his hand once again, but this time, he was no longer aiming at the Little Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff.

"Damn beast, let's see how you block this spea—"

Whoosh!

A tearing sound rang out as a golden meteor descended from the heavens.

With a deafening boom, it crashed down before Luo Feng.

As the dust cleared, a circular crater roughly fifteen meters wide and three meters deep appeared in his sight.

At the center of the crater, an odd long weapon, dark gold from end to end with three tips and two blades, abruptly entered his view.

The shaft, seemingly coiled with golden dragons and wreathed in auspicious clouds, trembled faintly. An indescribable beastly roar echoed in Luo Feng's mind, and the Wind Spirit Spear in his hand began to quiver uncontrollably.

"Stop!"

Almost at the same instant, a low voice, hard as iron yet resolute as steel, suddenly exploded through the valley.

The voice was not loud, yet it was like a heavy hammer smashing viciously into Luo Feng's heart!