Chapter 436 - 295: When the Fake Becomes Real, Massacre with One Hand

"Old hag, stay here for me!"

The two Wolf Race experts behind her surged forward with increased speed, their faces full of anger, clearly intending not to hold back anymore.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

The old woman defended herself as she fled.

Tall trees collapsed, branches and leaves flying everywhere.

But two fists are no match for four hands; the two from the Wolf Race also had the Wolf Patterned Crown enhancing them, making the strength difference too vast.

The old woman managed to block more than ten attacks before Lang Zhong shattered her arm with a claw, followed by Lang You smashing her back with another claw.

Though not fatal, it left the old woman powerless to escape further.

"Old hag, don’t you love running? Go on, run!"

Lang Zhong stepped on the old woman’s severed arm, looking down with mockery.

"Hand over the clan treasure, and I’ll give you a quick death!"

"..."

Elsewhere, further back.

Wolf Race elder Lang Lin lifted a giant ancient tree that required several men to embrace with one hand.

Boom!

The giant ancient tree crashed down.

"Woo..."

On the ground, the Cyan Flame Demon Wolf lay injured from the impact.

After being slammed multiple times, the Cyan Flame Demon Wolf was dizzy and disoriented, with little of its ferocious energy left.

"Cyan Flame Demon Wolf, I know you can understand me. Submit to me, and I’ll spare your life!"

Lang Lin dropped the tree and leaped into the air, landing directly on the Cyan Flame Demon Wolf’s back.

Roar...Roar...

The demon wolf furiously resisted.

"I’ll give you one more chance. Submit to me and become my mount!"

This Cyan Flame Demon Wolf was a Fourth Tier Exotic Beast, massive and ferocious-looking, making it an ideal mount for Lang Lin.

"Roar...Roar..."

The Cyan Flame Demon Wolf howled and jumped wildly with its remaining strength, trying to throw off the person on its back.

Clearly, this demon wolf would rather die than submit to Lang Lin.

"If that’s the case, then die; your skin would make a nice cloak too!"

Lang Lin’s gaze turned vicious. His right hand formed a claw, cruelly aiming at the demon wolf below him.

Clang!

As the blood claw was about to pierce the demon wolf’s back, a golden light shot from the deep forest, blocking Lang Lin’s attack.

"Primordial Artifact! Primordial Qi Warrior!"

Lang Lin, a Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm late-stage expert with extensive knowledge, instantly recognized the sneak attack was from a Primordial Artifact.

"Hmph! Cowardly vermin!"

He snorted coldly, sending another claw towards the demon wolf, seemingly unconcerned with the hidden Primordial Qi Warrior.

Puff!

Claw descended, blood splattered.

"Ah—"

Then came a gut-wrenching scream.

The Black Gold Dual Blades hovered before Lang Lin, filling him with terror.

Puff! Puff!

In the next moment, the two artifacts shot forth, effortlessly piercing Lang Lin’s body.

"I..."

On the demon wolf’s back, Lang Lin’s life force swiftly drained away, staring unwillingly at the blood-stained artifacts.

He believed his Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm late-stage power, along with the Wolf Transformation and Wolf Patterned Crown, would protect him even against a Fourth Realm Primordial Qi Lake Warrior.

But arrogance often comes at a hefty price; thus, this Wolf Race elder perished.

Roar!

The Cyan Flame Demon Wolf sensed something. It let out an angry roar and shook off Lang Lin’s corpse.

It then opened its bloody maw, intending to swallow the person who had wounded it whole.

"Not yet."

At this moment, a black figure descended from above.

"Woo..."

The Cyan Flame Demon Wolf looked into the eyes of the black-clad youth and suddenly seemed to see something terrifying, lying on the ground in fear, its massive body trembling.

Chu Ming glanced at the demon wolf, then walked over to Lang Lin’s corpse, taking the spoils of victory.

"Go ahead."

With a casual kick, he sent the body to the demon wolf’s mouth, then lightly stepped on the branches and leaped to a higher place.

On the other side.

"Old hag, here’s your last chance. Where is the Spirit Contract Race’s clan treasure?" Lang Zhong gripped the Spirit Contract Race’s old woman’s dry neck.

The old woman was pale, her eyes lifeless, staring blankly ahead as if waiting to die.

The old woman’s appearance only further enraged Lang Zhong.

"Old hag, courting death!"

He squeezed his fingers suddenly with force.

"Cough, cough..." The old woman coughed up blood, her eyes filled with a death wish.

"Elder Lang Zhong, don’t actually kill her. Leave her alive for Elder Lang Lin." Lang You said from the side.

"Hmph!"

The old woman was nearly unconscious when Lang Zhong loosened his bloody claw and threw her to the ground.

"Old hag, ungrateful!"

Lang You stepped forward, shouted a few curses, and lifted the old woman. "Elder Lang Zhong, let’s go!"

"Let’s go!"

Roar!

Just as they took a few steps, a cyan wolf shadow burst from the dense forest.

"Cyan Flame Demon Wolf!"

"What’s going on?!"

Seeing the demon wolf, Lang Zhong and Lang You were shocked, then noticed the clothing by the demon wolf’s mouth.

"Is it possible that Elder Lang Lin...!"

"Impossible!"

"I was able to subdue this demon wolf. How could Elder Lang Lin...?"

Roar!

The demon wolf roared and lunged forward.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Lang Zhong, claws ready, charged into the fight.

After several exchanges.

"Woo..."

The already heavily injured demon wolf was no match for Lang Zhong with the Wolf Patterned Crown.

Lang Zhong pressed the demon wolf down with one hand, opened its bloody mouth, and pulled off a piece of cloth from its teeth, his expression changing drastically again.

"It’s Elder Lang Lin’s robe!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

At this moment, a thrilling, life-threatening sound came from behind them.

Puff! Puff!

Without surprise, two Primordial Artifacts easily pierced the wolf-transformed bodies of the two.

Striving to turn around, they saw a black-clad youth calmly walking out of the deep forest.

"Who are you...?" Lang Zhong coughed up blood, using his last breath to question.

Puff! Puff!

Chu Ming slightly raised his right hand, and the Black Gold Dual Weapons whistled out, delivering another blow to the two.

Thud...Thud...

Two bodies fell straight to the ground.

The barely alive Spirit Contract Race’s old woman looked up at the black-clad youth.

"Thank you... for saving... my life."

Chu Ming flicked his finger, and a Healing Elixir flew over.

The old woman hesitated, not eating it.

Even with a life-saving grace, she dared not easily consume an elixir given by another.