Trying to Rob Me?
Lu Feng did not deliberately conceal his aura, so when he approached, the third-tier wolf demon's ears twitched and it slowly raised its head.
"Huh?"
The wolf demon grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white fangs, his tone tinged with surprise and undisguised greed.
"More food has arrived; I'm lucky today."
"Shouldn't you be staying in the core area? Why are you in the central region?"
Lu Feng did not act immediately. Standing on the other side of the stream, he asked.
The third-tier wolf demon was stunned for a moment, then a look of anger appeared on its wolf face.
It stood up, its height easily exceeding ten feet, and looked down at Lu Feng, letting out a low roar:
"What the hell? You dare ask me a question!"
With a burst of power from its limbs, its massive body lunged at Lu Feng like a moving mountain.
The wolf's mouth was wide open, and water droplets from when it had just drunk water still clung to its fangs, emitting a foul stench.
Instead of retreating, Lu Feng advanced, channeling his Nei Jin, and struck out with his right palm.
The Cold Plum Jin, reaching the perfect level.
The chilling power in his palm solidified, causing the surrounding air temperature to plummet and instantly covering the surface of the water plants by the stream with a thin layer of frost.
"Boom!"
A palm struck the wolf demon's chest.
The massive body of the third-tier wolf demon was blasted away, crashing into a poplar tree as thick as a bowl by the stream, and rolling twice on the ground before coming to a stop.
It rolled over and stood up, looking down at its chest.
A clear handprint was imprinted on the fur, surrounded by a thin layer of ice.
"A cultivator at the Hua Jin!"
The wolf demon raised its paw to wipe away the blood that had seeped from the corner of its mouth, and the contempt in its eyes vanished.
"I underestimated you."
It raised its head and let out a long howl.
As the whistling sound subsided, the dark silver mane around its neck turned pure white at a visible speed, as if cast in silver.
At the same time, its aura began to surge.
The already dense, almost tangible Yao Qi became even more violent.
The power of bloodline.
A unique talent of third-tier monsters.
Each third-tier demonic beast possesses a different bloodline power, some stronger and some weaker.
The wolf demon before them clearly possessed formidable bloodline power; its speed and strength increased at least threefold within a few breaths.
A flash of white light, and the wolf demon pounced again.
This time, the speed was several levels faster than before, leaving only a silvery-white afterimage in the air.
Lu Feng countered with the same Cold Plum Jin, their palms colliding once more.
"Boom!"
This time, it was Lu Feng who was blasted away.
He flew backwards for several meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground before he regained his footing.
My right arm is slightly numb, and the area between my thumb and forefinger is throbbing.
This palm strike was several times more powerful than the previous one.
"Is this the power of bloodline?"
Lu Feng looked down at his palm; the edges were slightly red, but there was no injury.
The Hundred Beasts Body-Tempering Art neutralized most of the impact.
He raised his head, his eyes showing no fear, but rather a thoughtful expression.
The bloodline power of a third-tier demon beast is indeed well-deserved. If he can collect enough third-tier essence blood, his physical body will also reach that level after mastering the third level of the Hundred Beasts Body-Tempering Art.
The wolf demon clearly wasn't going to give him time to think.
It pounced again, its silvery-white mane leaving a trail of light as it moved at high speed.
This time it learned its lesson and no longer confronted Lu Feng head-on. Instead, it circled around him, its sharp claws tearing down from every tricky angle.
Lu Feng had no patience to play along. He placed his right hand on the hilt of the knife and frantically channeled his Nei Jin into the blade.
Gale Slash.
His figure vanished from the spot, and in the next instant, he appeared behind the wolf demon.
The Six Harmonies Saber flickered with light as it slashed down.
"Laugh!"
The blade sliced into the wolf demon's nape, piercing through its entire neck and emerging from its Adam's apple.
The third-tier wolf demon's movements suddenly froze, and its enormous wolf head slowly slid down.
[Ding! Successfully slayed a Tier 3 wolf demon, gaining 100,000 Demon Points;]
Lu Feng sheathed his sword.
He carefully collected the wolf demon's essence blood into a jade bottle, then squatted down to prepare to cut off the wolf's head.
Even without a bounty mission, the head of a third-tier demon beast can be exchanged for a large amount of merit points.
He had just grasped the wolf's ear when a furious shout suddenly came from not far away.
"Stop!"
Lu Feng raised his head.
Five figures were flying out of the mountains and forests at a considerable speed.
A moment later, the five landed on the opposite bank of the stream.
They wore uniform light yellow outfits with a large black sword embroidered on the chest, resembling the attire of a disciple from a certain sect.
Lu Feng's gaze swept over the five people.
The leader was a man at the Early Hua Jin, with a sinister face and a broad-backed sword hanging at his waist.
The four people behind him were all at the Nei Jin Perfection. They lined up in a row, intentionally or unintentionally forming a semi-encircling position.
Lu Feng ignored them.
He lowered his head and continued hacking at the wolf's head with his knife.
"I told you to stop! Didn't you hear me?!"
The bearded fat man roared.
Lu Feng put the wolf head into his storage bag, then slowly straightened up and looked at the leading man, who had reached the Hua Jin.
What is it?
"Fellow Daoist, we are disciples of the Tyrant Saber Sect."
The man, Hua Jin had reached the Transformation Realm, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, a half-smile playing on his lips.
"We were the first to discover this third-tier wolf demon."
"We fought it for half a day, severely injuring it before it fled here. We never expected you, fellow Daoist, to get away with this."
He paused, his tone becoming even more amiable, as if he genuinely cared about Lu Feng's well-being:
"Alright then, we won't make things difficult for you, friend."
"Fellow Daoist, return the wolf demon's head to us; we'll leave the body to you."
"The corpse of a third-tier wolf demon is worth quite a bit, so your trip wasn't in vain, fellow Daoist."
Lu Feng noticed that while the man was speaking, the other four had already moved their feet silently.
He was perfectly surrounded by four directions: front, back, left, and right.
Their positioning was very deliberate; they were clearly experienced players who frequently teamed up.
"You discovered it first?" Lu Feng's expression remained unchanged.
"Then do you know who I am?"
"Even if you are a demon slayer, fellow Daoist, you can't act so domineeringly, can you?"
The smile on the man's face faded Hua Jin.
The bearded fat man couldn't contain himself any longer and took a step forward.
"A mere demon slayer, we dare not even kill him..."
She was halfway through her sentence when the man next to her glared at her, forcing her to swallow the rest of her words.
The man, now at the Hua Jin, forced a smile again, but the coldness in his eyes was no longer concealed.
"Fellow Daoist, what's your decision?"
As he spoke, his hand subtly pressed onto the hilt of the knife.
Seeing this, the other four also drew their swords, waiting for the order.
"I'm quite curious."
Lu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the five people one by one.
What will happen if I don't give it to you?
He was genuinely curious.
This is Azure Wolf Ridge, which falls under the jurisdiction of the Demon-Slaying Bureau Division.
Although it's a bit far from Jinguan City, it's still the territory of the Demon-Slaying Bureau.
A group of sect disciples dared to openly ambush and kill a Demon Slayer within the territory of the Demon-Slaying Bureau.
This was the first time he had encountered something like this.