Joining Forces to Slay the Wolf and Bei, Seizing the Chance to Save a Beauty

Lu Hao caught sight of someone approaching at his side and turned his head for a look.

With that single glance, he thought Zhi Chupei was breathtakingly beautiful.

In his previous life, he had scrolled through Douyin and seen plenty of famous stars and internet celebrities. He had once thought those people were already very good-looking, but compared to the Zhi Chupei before him, those stars and influencers fell several shades short.

Zhi Chupei's features were exquisite, her skin smooth as congealed cream, her brows like distant mountains touched with dark ink, and her eyes clear and bright. Her entire body radiated an icy, mountain-like chill, yet one could not help wanting to look at her again.

But Lu Hao's attention was still fixed on that Second-Order Demon Bei, leaving him no time to keep looking at Zhi Chupei.

Zhi Chupei glanced at Lu Hao, lightly smoothed her sleeve cuff, and said calmly, "Sir, I've come to help you."

Though Zhi Chupei's voice was cool, it carried a thread of sincerity. That was simply the sort of person she was—cold on the outside, warm within. She was frosty toward strangers, but when she encountered someone like Lu Hao who needed help, she was utterly sincere.

As Lu Hao assumed the opening stance of the Black Tiger Hand-Saber Art, he slightly turned his head.

"Thank you, miss!"

The moment his words fell, the Demon Bei and seven Demon Wolves across from them lunged together.

Zhi Chupei spun, her longsword flashing with cold light as it stabbed straight for the Demon Bei's throat.

Her steps were light and her movements nimble.

The Demon Bei's ghastly white fangs and sharp claws missed their target several times.

The Demon Bei roared as it fought her. One human and one beast—one Dark Force Martial Artist