The Fire Wolves' attacks were exceedingly fierce. Even someone as strong as Zhang Xiaohua found them difficult to handle, so how could these female disciples, trapped under the siege of several Fire Wolves, possibly be their match? One Fire Wolf spat out a fireball the size of a basket, which struck the female disciple's long sword with lightning speed. Immediately afterward, another Fire Wolf lunged with a whoosh, its blood-filled maw aimed straight at her fair face. She seemed already able to smell the rank stench from its mouth. Her vision went black, and she fainted blissfully!
Just as the Fire Wolf was about to bite through the female disciple's throat, a small sword silently appeared from behind her neck. It grazed her fair throat and, with a pfft, plunged into the Fire Wolf's mouth. A spray of blood burst from the back of the Fire Wolf's neck, and the small sword drilled out from within... The Fire Wolf's corpse dropped to the ground with a thud. This sudden change startled the other Fire Wolves. They warily looked around, but the chaos surrounding them remained unchanged, with nothing conspicuous in sight. While the Fire Wolves still hesitated, a figure suddenly emerged from the ground among them. This person's features were like a painting—yes, truly as though painted—and he carried himself with elegant charm. His height was just right, and he held a sword blank in his hand. The instant he appeared, he swung it. Smack! It struck a Fire Wolf beside him in the waist. Caught utterly off guard, the Fire Wolf seemed to have been struck like a bundle of straw. Black blood gushed from its mouth, and disbelief filled its eyes as it toppled to the ground.
The remaining Fire Wolves were horrified. Opening their mouths, they sprayed