"Ah!" A remote and quiet hill on the outskirts of the city was now extremely restless. Seven or eight burly men surrounded a young woman with a delicate face, about 23 or 24 years old. The ground was covered in blood, with several bodies of big men lying there, their internal organs, intestines, and other human organs scattered all over the place.
"Mei Hu, don't resist anymore. With so many of us here, we can easily exhaust you to death. Moreover, I just sent a message to Old Man Wolf King, and I believe he will arrive in no time. By then, you'll wish you were dead. Why not hand over the 'Gou Chen Tian Shu' and surrender? When Old Man Wolf King arrives, maybe he can spare your life." The burly man at the forefront said in a deep voice.
"Big brother! Let's go and grab her! The Fox Spirit Clan are all beauties, it's just right for us brothers to enjoy ourselves!" "Haha! Haha!" The big men around them burst out laughing. Hu Ya's teeth were clenched tightly, but she was already at her limit, if she opened her mouth to speak, the air would escape and she might faint.
He touched the "Hook Chen Tian Shu" in his arms, and the hope of his family was now on this book and himself. However, at this moment... Mei Hu's eyes flashed with a firm light, staring tightly at the leading big man, suddenly grabbed out, and the shadow of the grab covered the leading burly man. The big man didn't know that the fish in his net really came to break the net. Caught off guard, the big man let out a loud shout, using all his strength to harden his body and block this grab.
Ah! A blood-curdling scream came out of the big man's mouth, and Mei Hu's sharp claws had scratched off a good half catty of flesh. The big man's belly was a bloody mess, and if Mei Hu hadn't been exhausted, his intestines would have been torn apart. The burly leader hastily pulled out a dan medicine from his body, crushed it into powder, and applied it to the wound. With a ferocious expression, he glared at Mei Hu, who was panting heavily and screaming wildly: "Brothers, kill this woman for me! Leave her corpse intact, I want to display her body in eighteen different poses!" The big man was in so much pain that he almost fainted. How he hated her!
Looking at the seven human figures rushing towards her, Mei Hu's eyes became blurry. "Is it going to die? Is our clan really going to be extinct?" Mei Hu felt endless despair in her heart. A lazy voice came over: "It's not good for so many people to bully a girl!" A huge and unmatched sword aura gathered from all directions. With a loud bang, the seven big men were shocked out of more than ten feet away, with wounds cut by the sword aura on their bodies bleeding non-stop, and they all let out painful groans. Liao Xiao Jin was still good, using only three layers of true yuan to control the sword, without making a killing move. Otherwise, these seven big men who had not even reached the stage of guiding qi would have been strangled by the sword aura into minced meat.
As soon as the pressure was relieved, she found herself falling into the arms of an extremely handsome young man and immediately fainted. "Hehe!" Liao Xiao Jin saw the girl lying in his arms and smiled triumphantly.
Yes! A typical hero rescues a beauty, how could Liao Xiaojin not be pleased? Looking at the big men groaning all around, Liao Xiaojin said: "I'm in a good mood today, I won't kill you. So many people ganging up on a beautiful girl, you must not be anything good. Scram!" After finishing speaking, Liao Xiaojin took out a wooden spirit talisman and slapped it onto the girl lying in his arms. Mei Hu suddenly felt a familiar aura drilling in and out of her body, very comfortable, no mistake it was her familiar aura, with a natural clear fragrance. A soft "ting" sound came from Mei Hu's mouth, making Liao Xiaojin's heart waver. "This girl's voice is so nice to listen to?" Liao Xiaojin thought.
Mei Hu woke up to see the handsome man, knowing he had saved her. Just as she was about to thank him, she realized she was still in his arms and suddenly felt embarrassed, her face turning bright red. She struggled out of Liao Xiao Jin's embrace and thanked him: "Thank you, sir! Thank you for saving me."
When he heard that heavenly voice, Liao Xiao Jin's heart bloomed with joy: "Miss, don't be polite, helping others is the root of happiness! Moreover, it's saving people? Alright, my name is Liao Xiao Jin, just call me Big Brother Liao, what's your name?" Liao Xiao Jin brought out his old tricks again. After all, he was a blood relative, and his heart demon was heavy!
Mei Hu suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground, after all, her energy was almost exhausted. Although she was awakened by Yi Mu's spiritual energy, she was still very weak. Liao Xiao Jin quickly picked her up and held her in his arms. "Hehe! Am I on a lucky streak lately?"
My mind was racing. Suddenly, a gloomy voice came over: "It's him!! Is this little brat the one who did it?" "The Wolf King is this little brat, he's very cunning, and all seven of us brothers were injured and are still lying on the ground!" The speaker was the big man who had almost been disembowelled earlier. Liao Xiao Jin turned his head around and saw a half-old man who was over 1.8 meters tall and thin, emitting a deep and gloomy aura that didn't seem humanly possible.
Seeing the seven big men lying on the ground, covered in wounds and groaning incessantly, with sword aura marks left by Liao Xiao Jin, the Wolf King's expression changed: "Sword Aura Ling Kong Jue! Are you a disciple of Shu Mountain?"
Liao Xiaojin cursed in his heart: "I'm usually clever, why am I confused today? After saving someone, just leave immediately, what's the point of getting entangled with this little girl? Now, trouble has come."
Liao Xiao Jin didn't say a word. Wolf King was unexpectedly annoyed. "I, the Eight Extremes Wolf King, am even treated with courtesy by your sect's leader Qingxu Daozhang, so you must be a third-generation disciple of Shushan, right? Our Monster Alliance has always coexisted peacefully with Shushan, why are you interfering in our internal affairs?" The Eight Extremes Wolf King was actually bragging, but he had never even met the leader of Shushan. However, Shushan's influence was indeed enormous, and its seniors were extremely protective of their juniors. Provoking a Shushan disciple would be like stirring up a hornet's nest. Even the Eight Extremes Wolf King had some reservations, otherwise he would have attacked with his usual ferocity instead of speaking so much nonsense.
Liao Xiao Jin heard the Eight Extreme Wolf King's question, and it was as if he had fallen into a cloud of fog, unable to respond. Seeing Liao Xiao Jin not speaking for a long time, the Eight Extreme Wolf King couldn't help but lose his temper. "You dare to be disrespectful to me, the wolf king? Do you think our demon alliance is afraid of your Shu Mountain? I'll kill you today and see what Shu Mountain can do to me." After finishing speaking, he transformed into a human shadow and shot towards Liao Xiao Jin. Liao Xiao Jin's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the Eight Extreme Wolf King's palm had turned into long claws, with silver light flashing on them. In his haste, he didn't have time to fight back, so he picked up Mei Hu and dodged to the side. Whoosh! The front of Liao Xiao Jin's clothes were torn off by the wolf king's claws. Fortunately, he dodged quickly, or else his skin would have been torn apart.
Liao Xiao Jin was shocked: "How can this old man's speed surpass ours, the Blood Clan? I must at least transform to have a stable victory over him." The Eight Extremes Wolf King was also secretly astonished. A Shu Mountain disciple who had refined the sword and cultivated the Tao of the Sword, how could he also cultivate his physical skills? How could his speed be so fast? His own strongest speed couldn't even compare to his!
Liao Xiao Jin looked at his own torn clothes, hastily put down the woman in his arms, and launched thirteen consecutive punches at the Eight Extreme Wolf King. The sound of "Beng! Beng!" was endless, as the two men engaged in a fierce fistfight without using magic or weapons. The powerful aura overflowed, destroying countless flowers and grasses.
Boom! Another loud noise, two figures merged and separated, Dong! Dong! Dong! Liao Xiaojin retreated three steps in a row, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. After all, he was still inferior to the Eight Extreme Wolf King in terms of speed, and was breached by the wolf king's fist shadow. A punch landed on his chest, causing internal shockwaves. If it weren't for his extraordinary physical strength as a Blood Clan member, the Eight Extreme Wolf King's punch might have taken his life.
The Eight Extreme Wolf King was also shocked in his heart: "Wow, this punch of mine has at least several hundred kilograms of force, even a stone would be cracked, and this person is only slightly injured? Is this person made of iron?" At this time, the Eight Extreme Wolf King stood with his hands behind his back and said: "Youngster, today I'll give you a lesson. Considering the face of your Shu Mountain Sect, quickly leave, and I won't bother about today's matter anymore." The Eight Extreme Wolf King didn't want to stir up unnecessary trouble either, and provoking the Shu Mountain Sect was indeed not a wise choice.
Liao Xiao Jin's eyes rolled around in a circle, and he let out a cold hum. His body suddenly retreated backward, disappearing into the darkness. The Eight Extreme Wolf King's expression relaxed, and he took two steps forward, seeing Mei Hu lying on the ground, unconscious. "Heh heh! They say that all the women of the Mei Hu tribe are beauties, indeed it's true." The burly man who was leading them hastily stepped forward to flatter him, saying: "Wolf King, why don't you first search her body for the 'Hooked Array Heavenly Book' and then enjoy yourself? After all, what our master wants is that heavenly book; he doesn't care about the person."
The Eight Extreme Wolf King nodded: "En, you've done very well. When I return to headquarters, I'll put in a good word for you with Lord Blood Demon and arrange a good position for you." The big man hastily knelt down and said: "Thank you, Wolf King, for your cultivation! Brothers, let's not disturb him while he's busy! What are you still doing? Can't you see that the Wolf King is busy?" The last two sentences were directed at the seven big men who were lying on the ground, moaning incessantly. After struggling to get up, the seven big men quickly left, leaving only the Eight Extreme Wolf King and the unconscious Mei Hu.
Hah! The Eight Extreme Wolf King let out a lewd laugh and reached out to grab Mei Hu's outer garment, tearing it off in one swift motion. Ahh! A large piece of Mei Hu's clothing was ripped off, revealing her pink undergarments underneath. The Eight Extreme Wolf King couldn't help but swallow his saliva as he secretly praised: "This woman's figure is indeed not bad. If it weren't for the Blood Demon Lord's orders to silence her, this wolf king would really be reluctant to let her go! No way, today I must do a few more times, next time won't be so satisfying!" He hastily reached out to grab Mei Hu's towering chest, but suddenly heard a whooshing sound cutting through the air towards him. It was as if something was moving at high speed in mid-air, creating a sonic boom. The Eight Extreme Wolf King knew he was in trouble and used all his strength to dodge to the side, but it was still half a step too late.
A extremely sharp sword aura had already slashed a wound over a foot long and several inches deep on his arm, and the white bones could be faintly seen. Fresh blood splattered everywhere without any cost, and the immense pain made the Eight Extreme Wolf King cry out loudly without regard for his dignity, almost to the point of passing out from the pain.
A lazy, drawling voice drifted into his ears, "Hey! I said what's wrong with you, Eight-Clawed Wolf King? Why are you in such a hurry? You want to do it here in the wilderness? Are you really just a beast? Only beasts like to do it in the wild!"
The Eight Extreme Wolf King was still in a state of shock when he heard Liao Xiao's sarcastic remarks, and with a "whoosh", a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, this was being infuriated to the point of vomiting blood.
The Eight Extreme Wolf King didn't care about the wound on his arm that was bleeding profusely, and stared fixedly at Liao Xiaojin, his eyes emitting a strange green glow. In a low voice, he said: "Good! Very good! I didn't expect that the self-proclaimed righteous Mount Shu Sect would have a disciple even more cunning than us demons. Today, I've gained some insight. You think this little injury can stump me? Today, if I don't tear you to pieces, I won't be called the Eight Extreme Wolf King."
Ahhh! A thunderous howl came out of the Eight Pole Wolf King's mouth, completely disregarding whether anyone heard it or not. The air currents around him swirled and dispersed in a spiral shape, and Liao Xiaojin saw clearly that the wound on the Eight Pole Wolf King's hand healed at an astonishing speed. His two hands also transformed into furry wolf claws, with sharp silver light flashing on his fingernails. "This is strange, this guy seems to be transforming like a werewolf... He said something about a Monster Alliance, could it be that he's not human after all, but a Wolf Demon?"
In his mind, Liao Xiao Jin's hands didn't hesitate. Two golden talismans were thrown out, one hitting the ground where Mei Hu lay to prevent her from getting hurt in the battle, and the other was placed on himself. Just as he finished, a silver light flashed before his eyes, and a sharp claw rapidly enlarged. Liao Xiao Jin had learned his lesson once, so he wouldn't fall for it again. He spat out a flying sword to slash at the claw, while his body dodged to the side with all his might. Clang! Clang! The two sounds rang out as Liao Xiao Jin's razor-sharp flying sword and the sharp claw clashed in mid-air, sending sparks flying everywhere.
The Eight Extreme Wolf King looked at his paws in surprise, the few inches long, sharp and pointed claws had been cut off. Looking at his bare paws, the Eight Extreme Wolf King laughed instead of getting angry: "Taizhen Jingjin, you are indeed Taizhen Jingjin! It seems that you are not an ordinary Shushan disciple after all. Today, I will kill you, take your treasure sword, and my strength will increase by 30%!" With that, the Eight Extreme Wolf King took out a short bone stick shaped like a flute, with a fist-sized skull on top. He transformed into a shadowy figure and stabbed towards Liao Xiaoqian's chest at an incredible speed, three times faster than before!
Liao Xiao Jin was shocked by the extremely abnormal speed, and he didn't have time to think about anything else. He swung his sword at the Eight Extreme Wolf King with all his might, trying to avoid him as much as possible, and then transformed into a blood clan member to compete with the Eight Extreme Wolf King in terms of speed. However, when the skull short staff in the Eight Extreme Wolf King's hand came into contact with the flowing air, it suddenly emitted a sharp and eerie howl, like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts. A deep and dark ghostly aura enveloped the entire scene, and the mournful cry of the wolf-like howling entered Liao Xiao Jin's ears, causing him to tremble with fear, his heart almost jumping out of his throat. He couldn't move or react quickly anymore.
Ding! The flying sword was knocked to the ground, after all, Liao Xiaojin's practice of "Sword Qi Ling Kong Jue" was too short, not even three months, how could he compare with the old wolf demon Baijiu Wolf King? Baijiu Wolf King's thunderous momentum heavily struck Liao Xiaojin's chest. Blood spurted wildly, and Liao Xiaojin was sent flying eight zhang away. If it weren't for the Golden Vajra Symbol protecting his body, this blow would have at least severely injured him! Just as he struggled to get up, Baijiu Wolf King stepped on his head: "Kid, if you want to learn heroism and save beauty, you must look at your own strength. Remember this in your next life!" The bone staff transformed into a white shadow and smashed down on Liao Xiaojin's head. Looking at the momentum, if he was hit, his brain would definitely be shattered, and his head would be crushed like a broken watermelon.
Liao Xiao Jin's heart was filled with regret, if only he had known better than to be so arrogant, transforming into a blood clan wouldn't have ended in such a miserable defeat. Just as he was waiting for death with his eyes closed...
