Chapter Forty-Four: Thousand-Toothed Wolf

  "Pffft!"

  The corpse of the Blood Wolf crashed heavily to the ground, and the scorching hot blood splattered onto Ye Yang's entire arm, dyeing it a deep red.

  The sword moves, forming squares and circles.

  After sweeping around in a circle, Ye Yang tightly grasped the Broken Flame Sword. A layer of golden color gradually covered his eyes, and flames danced on his right arm as mysterious symbols flickered in and out of sight!

  Finally, facing the provocation of the pack of wolves, Ye Yang once again entered the first realm of the Fire God Warrior's transformation - Red Flame!

  "Boom!"

  One sword swept out, its power astonishing, the Flame Slasher stirred up a sea of fire, and the anguished wails of dozens of Blood Wolves seemed to play a mournful melody at dawn.

  Only after a few swords, more than half of the Blood Wolves were slaughtered, leaving only over ten standing in the distance. These beasts' fur was standing on end as they trembled non-stop. Finally, the lead wolf turned around and left, and the rest of the Blood Wolves also fled quickly. These beasts understood that the young man in front of them was not someone they could match at all!

  ……

  "Hmm..."

  Watching the wolf pack disappear into the distance, Ye Yang let out a deep breath, and his transformation state automatically lifted. The true energy in his body seemed to have been drained by the Scarlet Flame Realm, as it always did after each transformation. At least several hours of recovery were needed to restore the true energy within his body.

  "Bang bang......"

  Two soft sounds, two people jumped down from the tree behind, Tian Fu had already been scared out of his wits by the Blood Wolves. Now seeing Ye Yang single-handedly repel the wolf pack, for a moment he was speechless, just staring blankly at Ye Yang. The young man in front of him was about the same age as himself, but had such an extraordinary cultivation, it was simply astonishing.

  The guard of Tian Fu, the tall man with a gun, stepped forward and said: "Young hero, I am Fan Yun, the captain of the guards at the mansion of Tian Lin, the ruler of Qi State. This time, thanks to your help, we have no way to repay you. May I ask for your esteemed name?"

  Ye Yang nodded and said: "Liang Chengren, I am Ye Yang!"

  Fan Yun bowed deeply, one knee on the ground, and said solemnly: "Thank you, Young Master Ye, for saving my life. My young master and I offer our sincerest gratitude. When we return to Linzi in Qi State, we will definitely bring heavy gifts to Liang City to express our thanks!"

  Ye Yang couldn't help but smile: "I'm not saving you to repay a debt, Fan Yun. After dawn breaks, take your young master and leave the Qingyun Mountains immediately. This place is too dangerous, it's not suitable for you to stay here!"

  "Yes, young hero!"

  Fan Yun's face was gloomy, he raised his gun and looked around, apparently he had not expected that their group would end up in such a miserable situation, but fortunately Young Master Tian Fu had not encountered any difficulties, which was a great blessing in disguise.

  ……

  After exchanging a few words with the two, Ye Yang "slapped" and inserted the Broken Flame Sword into the muddy soil under the tree. He then sat down cross-legged, slowly regulating his breathing and circulating his Qi, hoping to recover his physical strength and true energy before dawn, so that he could leave here and continue on his way deep into the Qingyun Mountains.

  There was no one around, and as expected, Peng Yue'er and Peng Cheng's group should have already entered the depths of the Qingyun Mountains within a radius of 200 miles during the day. It's just that they were lucky and didn't encounter any giant mouse packs or blood wolf packs. Otherwise, Peng Cheng could still protect himself, but Peng Yue'er would be in great danger.

  ……

  A ray of sunlight pierced through the morning fog, and finally waited for the moment when the sky was bright.

  Ye Yang slowly opened his eyes, and a pair of pupils appeared exceptionally clear and bright. The true energy in his body had recovered to about 70-80%, and it would no longer affect his combat strength.

  Tian Fu and Fan Yun have left, Ye Yang, although in the midst of returning to his breath, also sensed that half an hour ago, the two people's auras gradually moved away, heading towards the outer direction of Qingyun Mountain Range.

  He stood up and stretched his arms, although the wolf's claws had scratched out bloody marks all over his skin, but fortunately hadn't injured any tendons or bones.

  He took out a new robe from his Qiankun bag and changed into it, replacing his tattered outer garment.

  "Clang!"

  He drew out the Broken Flame Sword and arrived at a not-too-distant place beside the pack of wolf corpses. The sword edge cut into the Blood Wolf's skull, and instantly a red, flaming inner core rolled out.

  Picked it up with ease, although it's just the core of a fourth-tier demon beast. Taking it back to Liang City can still sell for some silver coins. Moreover, a fourth-tier demon beast core might even be able to secure an official position, and then spend days lounging around in the city's post house, earning a leisurely income, this life is quite comfortable.

  In the blink of an eye, 74 fourth-tier demon cores appeared in the Qiankun bag, and he couldn't help but secretly sigh in admiration. The battle at dawn had unexpectedly killed so many demons, which was beyond Ye Yang's expectations.

  ……

  Reaped a lot, happily holding the long sword, almost wanted to sing a song to help the excitement.

  Facing the morning light, Ye Yang held a wine jug in one hand and a piece of beef in the other, taking a bite of the beef and a swig of wine, feeling extremely carefree.

  After eating and drinking enough, he took a deep breath and rushed forward with great speed, possessing the strength of a 7th-level cultivator. His whole body was like an arrow flying through the dense forest, swift as a cheetah.

  The journey was safe and sound, and by noon, a distant small hill appeared in front of us. At the foot of the hill, we finally saw several human warriors.

  There were four people in total. Ye Yang just took a glance and understood the situation. Among them, three were Earth Realm level 4, and one was Earth Realm level 5. It was truly not easy for these people to be able to survive and walk here.

  Several people also saw Ye Yang's arrival, one of whom raised his arm and shouted loudly: "Young Master, please stay!"

  When Ye Yang slowed down, the man caught up and smiled politely: "Young hero, my friend was injured in last night's battle. We lost the medicine powder during the fight against the demon beast. Do you have any Golden Wound Medicine? Here are ten taels of silver, give us some Golden Wound Medicine!"

  Ye Yang exclaimed "oh" and walked forward, only to find that someone was indeed lying in the bushes, with a leg full of dense wounds, shocking at first sight!

  "What is this?"

  "Alas, this is a masterpiece of the 5th-tier demonic beast, Thousand-Toothed Wolf!" The man sighed and said.

  Ye Yang involuntarily shuddered, the Thousand-Toothed Wolf was one he had heard of, a peerless figure among the wolf tribe. Legend had it that its mouth was full of teeth, with as many as a thousand, and when it bit into its prey, it could crush both flesh and bone together!

  "Did you kill that greedy wolf?" Ye Yang asked.

  A burly man beside him immediately pulled out a fiery red core from his bosom and said with a smile, "Look, the core of Qian Chi Lang is right here, it was worth our four brothers' hard work!"

  "Uh-huh."

  Ye Yang nodded slightly, and quietly took out a bottle of Huo Shen clan's secret golden wound medicine from the Qian Kun bag, tossing it over to them. He said calmly, "You should quickly finish treating your wounds and leave this place. It's too dangerous for you here, considering your strength."

  "Thank you, young hero!"

  A burly man took the medicine bottle, but his eyes fell straight on Ye Yang's Broken Flame Sword and he couldn't help but say: "Young Master, this sword... is probably a high-grade one, right? Ninth grade or eighth grade?"

  "Hehe, nothing..." Ye Yang smiled slightly and turned around to leave.

  But at the moment of leaving, Ye Yang clearly felt several scorching gazes shot from behind.

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