Battle Wolf Demon

At the command of the blue-robed wolf demon.

The lesser demons poised behind it hesitated no longer.

With low whines in their throats, they dropped to all fours and charged fiercely at Jiang Yuechu.

The morning wind was bleak, whipping up dust.

Chen Qingyuan and the others felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Just then.

The young woman's slender fingers had already closed around the hilt.

Clang—

Her saber slid from its sheath.

She did not even look at the wolf demons lunging toward her. Her cold eyes remained fixed solely on the blue-robed wolf demon from beginning to end.

The perfected intent of Fierce Tiger Swift Blade erupted without reserve at that moment.

From above, she brought her blade straight down.

The blade rose in the morning light and fell into the dust.

The moment the blade struck, an incomparably savage killing aura burst outward, chilling even the surrounding air.

Chen Qingyuan and the dozen or so Flying Eagle Sect men behind him saw only a blur, while a faint tiger's roar seemed to rumble like wind and thunder in their ears!

The blue-robed wolf demon, who had worn a mocking expression moments before, was utterly horrified.

Its instincts told it.

It could not withstand this strike!

In that instant, it did not even have time to dodge. It merely reached out on instinct, seized a companion that had just rushed over, and hurled it forward.

Propelled by tremendous force, the lesser demon met the gleaming blade light head-on.

The blade flashed past.

The wolf demon used as a meat shield had not even reacted.

From the crown of its head down to its crotch.

A line of blood burst forth.

The next moment, its entire body was cleaved neatly in two.

Scalding demon blood and entrails splattered across the ground.

What a vicious blade.

What a swift blade.

What a Demon Suppression Office!

Chen Qingyuan and the others stood frozen, forgetting for a moment to step forward and help!

The wolf demons about to pounce hurriedly stopped amid the dust.

Their four claws scraped the ground, kicking up plumes of dirt.

Whimpers escaped their throats, and their fluffy wolf tails involuntarily tucked tightly between their legs.

But after bringing down that blade, the saber-wielding young woman did not pause in the slightest.

With a stomp, she shot forward once more like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Her blade traced a savage arc.

A sweeping slash!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Three more enormous wolf heads flew into the sky.

Scalding demon blood sprayed several feet from their severed necks.

From beginning to end, it had taken no more than the blink of an eye.

The blue-robed wolf demon watched helplessly as more than half its pups died in an instant.

The remaining wolf demons had been frightened out of their wits by that blade. They cowered and no longer dared approach.

It stood there stunned.

When it came back to its senses, shock and fury had already filled its heart.

Cultivating as a member of the Demon Race was difficult to begin with.

Setting aside those who had encountered fortunate opportunities and gained intelligence after evolving from wild mountain spirits and strange beasts.

Demon Race members like them, who possessed inherited bloodlines, found reproduction especially difficult.

After so many had died young, over several decades, its entire line—including itself—numbered only these few.

Yet today, they had fallen here!

"Stop right now!!!"

But the saber-wielding young woman acted as though she had not heard it.

The tip of her saber hung at an angle, and a drop of demon blood slid down the blade before sinking into the dust beneath her feet.

She slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Morning mist drifted from her lips.

"Isn't the strong preying on the weak simply the natural order?"

Jiang Yuechu raised her eyes and looked at it calmly.

"I thought you had made that point quite eloquently just now. Clearly, you agree with it."

"Then why are you so angry now?"

At her words, the blue-faced wolf demon's long robe ripped apart as its bulging muscles suddenly swelled.

"You—are—dead!!!!"

The next instant, the wolf demon lowered its body, dropped to all fours, and explosively pushed off with its hind legs.

Bang!

The ground cracked.

A blue shadow, carrying a foul wind, lunged straight at Jiang Yuechu's face.

When that blue shadow reached the middle of its charge, rolling black Killing Intent began to billow from its body.

Clearly, this was no ordinary demon's technique.

Yet the young woman neither dodged nor retreated before such an attack.

With an angry shout, she leapt high into the air.

In midair, her vital energy surged forth as though driven by instinct.

Behind her, the phantom of a blood-colored tiger with mottled stripes 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!

Pfft.

The blade sank into a shoulder and neck.

Bang.

Wolf claws tore through flesh.

The dense black Killing Intent and blood-colored phantom separated at the first clash, then merged together before both dissipating.

The two figures flew backward in opposite directions and crashed heavily to the ground.

Jiang Yuechu gave a muffled grunt. A mouthful of bloody sweetness surged into her throat, but she forcefully swallowed it back down.

The black garment over her abdomen had been torn open by three claw marks, blood continuously seeping from the wounds.

She had never learned any exquisite martial arts. This saber technique obtained from the tiger demon was broad and forceful, charging ahead without hesitation, but that was all it had.

The blue-robed wolf demon staggered to its feet, its left shoulder blade nearly severed by that strike.

Yet the savagery in its eyes made it forget such wounds.

Only now did the dozen or so Flying Eagle Sect men behind her snap out of their daze.

Chen Qingyuan was the first to react. His face turned deathly pale as he shouted, "Protect my lady!"

With a rush.

More than a dozen people drew their weapons and scrambled forward, protecting the tottering figure within their ranks.

Swords and sabers left their sheaths, all aimed at the blue-robed wolf demon as though facing a great enemy.

Meanwhile, the few remaining lesser demons in the distance along the village road had been scared out of their wits by the gruesome sight.

With a mournful howl, they tucked their tails and fled farther away, no longer daring to come any closer.

In the end, seeking advantage and avoiding harm was the instinct of all living things.

Birds and beasts were like this. Demons and devils were no different.

But humans could restrain that instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm for certain things.

That was the difference between people and beasts.

With everyone shielding her, Jiang Yuechu finally had time to calculate in her heart.

Though the blue-robed wolf demon before her had also entered the String Hearing Realm, it did not possess the tiger demon's strange and unfathomable abilities.

Its strength... was certainly below that of the tiger demon.

The fact that she had been able to kill that tiger demon with one slash back then was probably due in large part to its already severe injuries.

But even so.

Only in 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 it, she would clearly suffer considerable injuries herself.

Under ordinary circumstances, that would have been fine.

But her identity was sensitive now. She absolutely could not afford to be seriously wounded.

With a shift of her thoughts, an ancient painted scroll flashed through her mind.

[Years of cultivation: 152.]

The twenty-five years she had originally left, combined with the lesser demons she had killed.

Had brought her years of cultivation back to a considerable amount.

She slowly exhaled a blood-tinged breath of turbid air.

Tsk...

She still had to cheat.

Jiang Yuechu hesitated no longer. With a thought, she activated it.

All one hundred and fifty-two years of cultivation surged into the tiger demon scroll like floodwaters released from a dam.

Boom—

Everything around her, whether Chen Qingyuan's shouts or the wolf demon's roars, faded away at that instant.

It was as though only black and white remained in heaven and earth.