The Wolf Bandit Unbearable to Heaven and Earth, Killing Sword Intent

The monster was a wolf-beast in human form, a hybrid creature with fur sprouting from its shoulders and human-like hands tipped with long, slender claws. Its fluffy tail twitched restlessly behind it.

Hum—.

A light breeze brushed past the tips of Han Yu's hair.

The monster's eyes widened, its mouth gaping open in a desperate attempt to scream, but not a sound emerged. Its vision began to spin in place as its wolf head was severed, and its body was shredded into fragments by several streaks of sword energy.

"Wolf Bandits. Sigh, there's no saving them." Gu Rong gritted his teeth, his tone heavy with regret.

On the Douluo Continent, humans and soul beasts were separated by an absolute species barrier; only after a soul beast transformed into a human and cultivated to the level of a Soul Saint could they produce offspring with a human.

Yet, there existed a species of soul beast driven by lust that did not require its own kind to reproduce. They actively abducted human women to expand their population, and once the offspring were born, they would cruelly kill the birth mother to use as nourishment.

These soul beasts, detested by both gods and men, were known as Wolf Bandits.

"Wolf Bandits possess high intelligence. Once they confirm the disparity in strength is too great, they will immediately slaughter the human women they've abducted." Gu Rong took a deep breath and shook his head.

Han Yu clenched his fists, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.

His gaze swept over the overturned houses by the roadside. The corpses were arranged in a gruesome, orderly fashion—about thirty of them, perhaps more. He didn't know why he felt the need to count the bodies; he only felt a nameless rage rising in his chest.

The wolf howls carried on the wind drilled into Han Yu's ears, twisting into the wanton, maniacal laughter of an ancient city wall collapsing. Han Yu bit his tongue hard, snapping himself out of the massacre playing out in his memories.

His eyes gradually cleared, filled with a piercing intent to kill.

Chen Xin watched Han Yu, who had recovered from his brief stupor, and nodded in satisfaction.

This was a necessary path for any soul master. Most people required a long time to steady their hearts when facing such a bloody scene for the first time, yet Han Yu had recovered in mere moments, his entire being surging with killing intent. He was truly a prodigy.

After Chen Xin signaled to Gu Rong, his figure vanished from the spot, moving with blinding speed to slaughter the Wolf Bandits throughout the village.

Han Yu and Gu Rong followed the tracks toward the threshing floor outside the village.

A stack of dried rice stalks at the edge of the threshing floor had been sliced open. A Wolf Bandit tore the stalks in two, lifted a woman hidden inside with one hand, and slammed her head against the pile. Tilting its head, it let out a hoarse, stuttering sound from its throat: "Don't... move."

The woman let out a soft sob, her eyes filled with terror.

"Second Soul Skill: Overload. First Soul Skill: Thunder Flash."

Han Yu appeared behind the Wolf Bandit as if teleporting. Without a moment's hesitation, he slashed the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword into the beast's lower back, unleashing a torrent of Evil-Warding Divine Thunder that sent the creature flying.

He transformed into a streak of golden lightning, scooped up the woman, and brought her back to Gu Rong's side.

"Awoo—!"

The charred Wolf Bandit let out an angry roar. It dug its feet into the ground, leaving craters behind, and charged toward Han Yu with blood-red eyes.

"Han Yu, this Wolf Bandit is at the ten-thousand-year level. This is too risky." Gu Rong frowned, glanced casually at the woman by his feet, and urged him earnestly.

"Don't worry, Teacher. I will be careful." Han Yu's heart was as still as water, his gaze cold.

Gu Rong clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. He sent the woman toward safety, then suppressed his aura and slipped into a black hole, sticking close behind Han Yu, ready to strike at any moment.

"The old one is a stubborn antique, and you're a little antique. You just have to be as bullheaded as him," Gu Rong muttered under his breath.

The likes of Wolf Bandits were intolerable to heaven and earth and deserved to be killed by anyone; it shouldn't matter who did the deed.

But Chen Xin and Han Yu were just stubborn mules who insisted on doing it themselves. On the way here, Han Yu had already killed several thousand-year-level Wolf Bandits, and no amount of persuasion from Gu Rong could stop him.

Man and beast were about to collide.

The ten-thousand-year Wolf Bandit sensed Han Yu's weak soul power and bared its teeth in a cruel grin, its raised right claw shimmering with light.

"Godspeed."

Han Yu dragged his sword with his right hand and stepped forward to meet the charge. His eyes scanned the Wolf Bandit's joints, then he suddenly stopped, pushed off with his left foot, and assumed a stance to swing his sword upward.

"First Soul Skill: Thunder Flash."

The Wolf Bandit's sharp claws touched the blade, but there was no resistance; it watched helplessly as its target shattered into afterimages.

Han Yu held the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword horizontally, gathering the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder on one side. He turned into a streak of golden electricity, darting past the Wolf Bandit's right side and landing a powerful, destructive blow on its waist that made the beast wince in pain.

Unexpectedly, a fierce glint flashed in the ten-thousand-year Wolf Bandit's eyes. Instead of using the momentum to avoid further damage to its waist, it spun around instantly. Wind-attribute soul power surged from its legs, doubling its speed, and it clawed viciously at Han Yu's back.

Gu Rong's eyes narrowed at the sight, his soul power ready to erupt.

"Second Soul Skill: Accumulate Power." Han Yu didn't look back. Ink-colored scales emerged on his back as he said confidently.

Clang—!

The Wolf Bandit's claws struck sparks against Han Yu's scales, leaving not a single mark. Instead, the beast's hands went numb, its pupils trembling violently, its face filled with disbelief.

Before it could react, golden patterns bloomed across Han Yu's scales, shimmering with light. A surge of immense power erupted from his body. He gripped the sword with both hands, pivoted at the waist, and swung in a solid, perfect semicircle.

The Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword split into two green sword shadows in the air, both crashing down toward the Wolf Bandit's head.

The Wolf Bandit glared in fury, clutching its waist and desperately trying to move its paralyzed lower body, watching as the three-foot blade grew rapidly in its vision.

Han Yu landed, the ink-colored scales fading away. He knelt on one knee, clutching his long sword and gasping for air.

"Human! Kill... you..." The ten-thousand-year Wolf Bandit gripped its head, which had been sliced by a quarter. Its eyes were filled with rage, its right fist clenched so tightly that blood dripped from its claws.

Watching the Wolf Bandit's miserable state, Han Yu smiled with satisfaction. He straightened his spine and gave the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword a light flick. The anger in his heart had been released; it felt as if hundreds of thousands of voices were cheering for him. He closed his eyes, and his aura suddenly soared.

A thick, chilling intent to kill emanated from his body.

"Killing Sword Intent!"

Han Yu pointed his long sword forward, his eyes snapping open as a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the ten-thousand-year Wolf Bandit, the near-tangible killing intent leaving it unable to move.

Terror filled the eyes of the ten-thousand-year Wolf Bandit, and as the urge to retreat took hold, it tried to turn and flee, but its legs were gripped tightly by sturdy bone hands.

"Giant Sword Technique."

Han Yu launched the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword into the void, where it transformed into a sky full of sword shadows.

Countless cyan sword shadows merged together, forming a massive, ten-foot-long blade of light, streaked with gold patterns and shimmering cyan, suspended in the air.

With a face as cold as frost, Han Yu gave a light flick of his finger, and the giant sword descended silently from the sky, carrying the momentum to shatter the Wolf Bandit in a single strike.

A thunderous roar erupted; the ten-thousand-year Wolf Bandit held out for only a moment before letting out a wail and being torn asunder.

Unimpeded, the giant sword struck the ground without a moment's pause, carving out a deep pit over ten meters wide.