Lang Dao

Forerunner of Ghosts and Gods is a unique identity.

Creatures capable of transforming into Forerunner of Ghosts and Gods are certainly not weak, but they are not necessarily very strong either.

Within the same area, the monsters guarding the Forerunner of Ghosts and Gods and spirits may be far stronger in direct combat than the Forerunner of Ghosts and Gods; this has happened before.

However, some creatures may possess immense power for other reasons halfway through their transformation into Forerunner of Ghosts and Gods.

Fortunately, this is a hypothesis proposed by some research institutions, and there is no actual data to verify it.

Moreover, according to the observation data of the Shadow Assassin.

The target within the Jinling Spirit Realm Landform No. 7 was merely a white wolf.

Its intelligence may be slightly higher than that of other species in that region, but not by much, and its size is not the largest.

Like those Forerunner of Ghosts and Gods that have been recorded in the past, they may have been chosen by the Ghost God Dharma Aspect simply because of some talent that is not related to combat, or merely because of a chance encounter in the ecosystem.

The Shadow Assassin had observed the wolf at close range multiple times and even attempted to harass it.

The wolf was so frightened by him that it jumped around wildly, but it couldn't hit him. Even with the wolf's intelligence, it could set traps and try to fight back, but it always failed.

But sometimes the shadow would deliberately back down, race, and tease the wolf.

Sometimes, the wolves would even crouch there, their shadows cast on the rock face, arranged in a cross-legged position, sitting there motionless.

As a product of the laboratory, it was a rare childlike innocence in the Shadow Assassin.

However, any living being's view of the world is always one-sided.

Sometimes, we are limited by our own vision; sometimes, we are even limited by our imagination, which is narrower than vision.

For three years, the Shadow Assassin went to search for and observe the wolf once a month.

But it only happens once a month.

What was the wolf doing the rest of the time?

Is it really just a life of wandering, hunting, and attempting transformation within that Spirit Realm?

No, that's not the case.

That wolf could actually transform into a human from a young age; to be precise, it could transform into Wolf Head, human-bodied form.

However, when he was in the Spirit Realm, he would still exist in the form of a beast for the sake of convenience.

In his childhood, through several encounters with humans, he gained some cunning experience and often disguised himself as weaker.

He hunts in this weakness, and he learns in this weakness.

When he developed clear thinking ability, he discovered that when he became Wolf Head human, he could adapt to the external environment better than other Spirit Realm species.

Occasionally, they slip out of the border area, into the wilderness, or even sneak into human towns.

He instinctively disliked human intrigue, and although he had witnessed many, he didn't study them in detail.

The battles between humans, however, excited him.

Despite having only four hooves and wielding iron blocks and plates, it possesses countless fighting techniques.

The wind whipped withered grass across the street, and a hunched figure lurked in a corner, watching for boxers and swordsmen among the humans.

After a brief period of study, the monster, who had surpassed his master, chose his "teacher" and killed him.

Under the long-abandoned traffic lights, only the moonlight illuminates human shadows.

The burly man suddenly turned around and swung his knife, but the same move preemptively severed his neck.

In the small town, the leader of a hunting party, who had just returned from a hunt in a truck, was discussing how to distribute the spoils when the windshield suddenly shattered.

Before he could even use a firearm, the leader swung his most lethal bayonet, only to have a dagger pierce the tip of the bayonet in return.

The bayonet didn't break, but instead pierced the leader's lung.

The woman, who was used to practicing swordsmanship on the rooftop, seemed to have some premonition and wanted her elderly parents to leave.

Seconds later, her companions saw the woman's body fall from the roof.

The companions rushed forward frantically, but they couldn't find the killer.

Wolves were already very powerful back then, and those people...

They don't even deserve to die by my hand.

The wolf had thought about this.

That was a cool line; it sounded like he'd heard it while passing by a house.

However, the group that lost their swordsman leader started randomly firing shots into the air from the rooftop.

It seems that before the wolf even left the town, it was attacked by another group of ferocious birds, who grabbed the man and dragged him away, casually released their claws, and then smashed him into puddles of blood.

With the development of wolf-like skills, some of their movements have become so strange that even a wolf's body struggles to perform them.

After it was completed, heat gradually began to flow within the wolf's body.

The imitation of wolves has entered a new chapter; it has developed its own style and its own quirks.

The techniques that utilize heat are more difficult to learn than other techniques, and require more patience.

After returning to his hometown, he stayed away for a long time, often changing between being a wolf and a human.

Something inexplicable has set its sights on him, subjecting him to various trials and tribulations.

The training might not have been so rigorous, but he insisted on making the heat in his body circulate precisely even in an abnormal state, which only injured him, forcing him to maintain his beast form.

Then... the shadow appeared.

What amazing life! This is the first time the wolf has ever seen such a species.

But he quickly realized that the shadow was a person, and an incomplete one at that, with both human and animal characteristics.

During his time of great boredom due to his serious injury, he particularly enjoyed observing shadows and trying to paw at them with his claws.

The shadows also wield knives; that makes it even more fun.

Even when wolves are only in their animal form, they will deliberately train their opponent's swordsmanship during their pounces and bites.

But that shadow was too stupid; it simply didn't understand how to learn to use a knife in the process.

On two separate occasions, the shadow even brought a powerful human to spy on it.

The wolf pretended not to know, and the human didn't make a move.

"Perhaps they are waiting for the right opportunity?"

The wolf found it increasingly amusing.

He decided that when the other party thought the time was right, he would strike suddenly, kill the powerful human, and steal the fun shadow.

"What would the shadow's reaction be at that time?"

Every time the wolf thinks of this, it's like eating a whole prey, saving the tenderest part for last.

If the shadow's reaction satisfied him, he would have the shadow learn to use the knife from him.

To this end, he also tried to track the shadow's lair, eventually finding it and occasionally sneaking a peek there.

Yesterday he went there to peek again, but found the shadow was gone.

Another powerful scent emanated from the mountain, preemptively penetrating its depths.

"No! No! No way! How could someone else have eaten my treasured possession before me?"

The wolf stealthily crept into the city, following the scent, and reached the vicinity of the riverbank, gazing into the distance.

When he caught a whiff of those scents from the riverbank, his eyes were still darting around, but his mouth was already agape.

It's decided, I'm going!

"So you couldn't wait seven days? Who are you?"

The sound waves traveled with the wind.

The tin hat that the wolf had casually made trembled slightly, causing him to lift his eyelids slightly and suddenly spin around.

He flung the tin hat with all his might, and it sped through the air at incredible speed.

The wolf itself suddenly chased after the straw hat, running wildly forward, still clutching the snakeskin bag in one hand.

After running for several hundred meters, the other side had already caught the straw hat steadily.

Wolf charged forward, crouching low, and plunged into the nearby river.

He was naturally gifted at swimming, and was no slower in the water than on land, not to mention he also benefited from the momentum of his rapid descent on land.

His movements on the riverbed were so swift, like a shadow that belonged to the great river itself.

After catching the bamboo hat, Yu Nanfeng immediately tried to pinpoint the other person's location.

But as she gazed at the waves, she couldn't immediately pinpoint her opponent's location.

The wolf had already broken out of the water on the shore, a smile on its face, waving its right hand.

A large, black Great Saber was gripped in his strong arm. The snakeskin bag was already torn apart, leaving only some powder stuck to the surface of the Great Saber.

With this slash, the powder instantly burned to ash, the blade was completely dry, and the edge, still glowing with fire, struck Xia Ningning's side.

The wolf has long arms, and its knife is also very long.

With a horizontal swing, the tip of the Great Saber even surpassed Xia Ningning's standing position, already positioned to Xia Ningning left rear.

At the critical moment, a streak of dark light struck the blade precisely in that spot.

When!!!

The dark light moved as fast as lightning, bringing with it the force of a thunderbolt.

However, this force was so strong and upright that it spread throughout the entire blade the moment it struck the tip and edge.

The blade did not break off; instead, the entire knife was deflected.

However, the force of the blade should not be underestimated.

The two collided, creating a spherical air wave at the point of contact.

Xia Ningning, who was standing nearby, was directly blasted sideways by this shockwave.

The dark light also bounced back, spinning at high speed.

As soon as Zhang Tao stepped out of the tent, he grabbed his iron whip and swung it in mid-air.

Boom!

A sheet of lightning flashed from the tip of the whip, traversing the air.

Although its trajectory was winding, this lightning bolt was as wide as a human face, bright white and blazing, and its destructive power in bombarding the past was undeniable.

The wolf merely raised its blade, yet it caught the lightning.

Bass!!

His left hand and the blade of the knife were shaving bright red sparks.

The lightning suddenly stopped, leaving only hundreds of strands of electricity in the air.

It seemed as if Saber Intent, capable of cleaving even lightning, had shattered the previous surge of thunderous energy.

Zhang Tao's face showed surprise, and he pointed the iron whip diagonally to the ground.

"Excellent knife skills."

Chu Tianshu didn't know when he had come out of the tent, but he was standing in front of his own tent, casting his gaze over there.

"While I anticipated that in this era, there would be more than just one or two people crossing into Taboo, the fact that a werewolf is also among the Taboo is truly..."

What a surprise!

Chu Tianshu smiled, his long sword hanging at his waist. At this moment, his left hand held the scabbard as if he were supporting a precarious ice cliff.

Xia Ningning could sense the unique aura of this werewolf, Chu Tianshu could certainly sense it as well.

"Forerunner of Ghosts and Gods, we've come looking for you, yet you've revealed yourself. Your courage is truly astonishing. How about we state our names?"

Wolf swung his Great Saber, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Tao, Chu Tianshu, Yu Nanfeng, and Song Changle in turn.

This is a scan from near to far.

The wolf glanced at her briefly, then moved its lips, its smile widening to reveal even more teeth.

"Lang Dao, that's my name."

The wolf raised the knife in its hand.

"Overbearing Saber! My swordsmanship!"

He heard the name "Overbearing Saber" from a human town; it was a name that circulated in a human story.

He barged in and watched the entire videotape.

But the Overbearing Saber in the story is neither domineering enough nor sharp enough.

He swung his knife, shattering the television and tearing apart the seven walls behind it; the blade's energy pierced through six rooms.

The people and furniture in these rooms were all broken and in disarray.

He destroyed the videotape.

The name "Overbearing Saber" comes from his swordsmanship.

"Coming here alone does indeed have a certain imposing presence."

Chu Tianshu smiled, and the hand holding the knife subtly shifted, causing the hilt to tilt forward slowly.

"My knife also has a name..."

The sky was dark, and the river waves rolled.

The cool breeze blows the grass even more fiercely.

"Call out to Heaven, Heart, Sorrow, Demon..."

Regardless of their original rhythm, everyone's heartbeats seemed to jump sharply in response to Chu Tianshu uttering a single word.

The words he recited were not the words that should be in the Nine-Syllable Mantra, but when they came out of his mouth, they became the mantra.

Yu Nanfeng's internal strength was already on par with Chu Tianshu's.

Zhang Tao's cultivation is far superior to Chu Tianshu's; if they wish to escape this influence, they can naturally do so as well.

But they didn't get rid of it.

Song Changle's expression also became strange.

He clearly sensed that Chu Tianshu's rhythmic incantations seemed to have a slight influence on everyone's senses.

In this way, even though the four people had vastly different styles of martial arts and varying levels of cultivation, they had not studied any combined attack formations in detail.

Next, they are capable of executing some excellent plays.

Originally, four people attacking a Spirit Realm expert who had stepped into the Taboo would have a good chance of winning, but it would be difficult to capture him.

Now, Song Changle even felt that if the four of them immediately launched a full-scale attack...

The Lang Dao might not be able to withstand a single, devastating critical hit!

Lang Dao sensed this as well, but he didn't rush to draw his blade; he merely twitched his nose.

"Our team of four is incredibly strong..."

Song Changle sighed with resentment, but there was no one else to hear him.

"But it's too strong."

A large dark cloud drifted by, and the sky suddenly darkened.

Chu Tianshu suddenly turned around.

Someone deliberately disrupted the overall coordination, and in an instant, it was as if the harmonious rhythm had been completely detached from what had just been.

Song Changle has already made his move.

When he made his move, his face was pale, and he was extremely angry!

If the battle proceeds normally, perhaps we can wait until both the wolves and the humans are severely exhausted before looking for an opportunity.

But if the wolf is killed in the first round, what chance will there be?

Song Changle acted too quickly, so quickly that he himself couldn't tell whether he was angry at Chu Tianshu for being too good at political maneuvering, or angry at the Wolf Head swordsman who deliberately forced him to make a move.

How could such a beast exist?

They hadn't even exchanged a single word, yet she dared to gamble her life on his intervention?

(End of this chapter)