At the command of the blue-robed Wolf Demon.
The lesser demons poised behind it hesitated no longer.
Low whimpers issued from their throats as they dropped to all fours and charged fiercely at Jiang Yuechu.
The morning wind was bleak, sweeping up clouds of dust.
Chen Qingyuan and the others felt their hearts leap into their throats.
Just then.
The maiden's slender fingers had already closed around her sword hilt.
Clang—
Her saber left its sheath.
She did not even glance at the Wolf Demons rushing toward her. Her cold eyes remained fixed, from beginning to end, upon the blue-robed Wolf Demon.
The perfected intent of Fierce Tiger Swift Blade erupted without reserve at that instant.
From above, she brought her blade down in a single savage chop.
The blade rose in the morning light and fell into the dust.
The moment that blade emerged, an incomparably ferocious Killing Intent burst forth. Even the air around them seemed to turn cold.
Chen Qingyuan and the dozen or so Flying Eagle Sect men behind him saw only a blur before their eyes, while a faint tiger's roar, like wind and thunder, rang in their ears!
The blue-robed Wolf Demon, who had worn a hint of mockery moments ago, was even more horrified.
A creature's instincts told him.
He could not receive this strike!
In that lightning-flash instant, it did not even have time to dodge. It only instinctively reached out, seized a companion that had just charged forward, and violently hurled it ahead.
Propelled by immense force, that lesser demon met the dazzling blade light head-on.
The blade light flashed and vanished.
The Wolf Demon used as a shield had not even reacted yet.
From the crown of its head all the way down to its crotch.
A line of blood burst forth.
The next moment, its entire body was split neatly in two.
Scalding demon blood and entrails splattered all over the ground.
What a vicious blade.
What a swift blade.
What a Demon Suppression Office!
Chen Qingyuan and the others stood frozen on the spot, actually forgetting for a moment to step forward and help!
The Wolf Demons about to pounce also hurriedly stopped amid the dust.
Their four claws scraped at the earth, kicking up a trail of smoke and dust.
Whimpers escaped their throats, while their fluffy wolf tails involuntarily tucked tightly between their legs.
Yet after bringing down that blade, the saber-wielding maiden did not pause in the slightest.
She stamped her foot, and her entire body shot out again like an arrow loosed from the string.
Her blade traced a desolate, vicious arc.
A sweeping slash!
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Another three massive wolf heads soared into the air.
Scalding demon blood spurted several feet of Gao from their headless necks.
From beginning to end, it had taken no more than a blink of an eye.
The blue-robed Wolf Demon watched helplessly as, in the blink of an eye, more than half of his pups had died.
The remaining Wolf Demons had been frightened out of their wits by that blade. They cowered and no longer dared to step forward.
He stood there dumbly.
When he finally came back to his senses, he was both shocked and enraged.
Cultivation was difficult for the Demon Race to begin with.
Aside from those mountain and wilderness spirits that had obtained fortuitous opportunities, gained intelligence, and evolved.
For demons like them, who possessed bloodline inheritances, reproduction and propagation were especially difficult.
After all the losses along the way, over several decades, his entire line, including himself, amounted to only these few.
Yet today, they had fallen here!
"Stop right there!!!"
But the saber-wielding maiden seemed not to have heard him.
Her blade tip hung at an angle. A drop of demon blood slid down its edge and seeped into the dust beneath her feet.
She slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Morning mist drifted from her lips.
"Isn't the strong devouring the weak simply the law of Heaven?"
Jiang Yuechu raised her eyes and looked at him calmly.
"I thought you had just spoken of it so eloquently. Clearly, you agreed with that principle."
"So why are you so enraged now?"
At those words, the long robe of the blue-faced Wolf Demon split apart as suddenly bulging muscles tore through it.
"You—are—dead!!!!"
The next instant, the Wolf Demon lowered his body, dropped onto all fours, and explosively drove off with his hind legs.
Bang!
The ground cracked like a turtle shell.
A blue shadow, carrying a foul wind, lunged straight at Jiang Yuechu's face.
When that blue shadow reached midair, rolling black Baleful Intent began to billow from its body.
Clearly, this strike was no ordinary demon's method.
Yet faced with such an attack, the maiden neither dodged nor evaded.
With an angry shout, she leapt Gao-high into the air.
In midair, the blood and vitality throughout her body surged explosively as if by instinct.
Behind her, the phantom of a mottled blood tiger actually condensed!
Roar—
A tiger's roar shook the wilderness!
One Gao, one low.
One above, one below.
The two figures collided head-on in the center of that village road!
Pfft.
The blade pierced into shoulder and neck.
Bang.
Wolf claws tore through flesh.
The thick black Baleful Intent and blood-red phantom separated at the instant of contact, then mingled together before both dissipating.
The two figures flew backward in opposite directions and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Jiang Yuechu let out a muffled groan. A mouthful of sweet, fishy blood surged into her throat, only for her to force it back down.
The black garment over her abdomen had been torn open by three claw marks, blood continuously seeping out.
She had never learned any exquisite martial arts. This saber technique obtained from the Tiger Demon was broad and open, advancing with indomitable momentum, but that was all.
The blue-robed Wolf Demon staggered to his feet, his left shoulder blade nearly severed by that slash.
Yet the savagery in his eyes made him forget such injuries.
Only now did the dozen or so Flying Eagle Sect men behind them awaken as if from a dream.
Chen Qingyuan was the first to react. His face pale as paper, he shouted, "Protect my lady!"
With a rustle.
More than a dozen people drew their weapons and rushed over in a scrambling panic, shielding that wavering figure within their ranks.
Sabers and swords left their sheaths, aimed at the blue-robed Wolf Demon as though they faced a great enemy.
Meanwhile, the few lesser demons remaining farther down the village road were terrified out of their wits by this miserable sight.
They wailed, tucked their tails between their legs, and fled even farther away, no longer daring to come forward even an inch.
In the end, seeking advantage and avoiding harm was the instinct of all living things.
Birds and beasts were like this; demons and monsters were no different.
But people would restrain that instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm for certain things.
That was the difference between humans and beasts.
Under everyone's protection, Jiang Yuechu finally had time to calculate inwardly.
Though the blue-robed Wolf Demon before her had also entered the String Hearing Realm, he did not possess the Tiger Demon's strange and unfathomable divine abilities.
His strength... was certainly below that Tiger Demon's.
The reason she had been able to kill that Tiger Demon with a single slash back then was likely due more than half to luck, thanks to its already grave injuries.
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 no small injury herself.
Under ordinary circumstances, that would have been one thing.
But her identity was sensitive now. She absolutely could not afford to be seriously injured.
With a shift of her thoughts, an ancient painted scroll flashed through her mind.
[Dao Cultivation: One hundred and fifty-two years.]
The original twenty-five years, added to the few lesser demons she had slain.
Her Dao Cultivation had now reached a considerable amount once more.
She slowly exhaled a turbid breath stained with blood.
Tch...
I still have to cheat.
Jiang Yuechu hesitated no longer, her mind stirring.
One hundred and fifty-two years of Dao Cultivation surged in their entirety into the Tiger Demon painting like floodwaters released from a broken dam.
Boom—
Everything around her—whether Chen Qingyuan's shouts or the Wolf Demon's roars—receded completely at that moment.
Heaven and earth seemed to be left with only black and white.
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