Chapter Ten Saber-toothed Beast

  Shh, shh, shh! Another rustling sound was heard, and a long-toothed beast with a body length of over one zhang (about 10 feet) emerged, dragging its long tail, shaking its massive head, pushing aside the shrubs on the side, taking steady steps, and heading towards Wang Fei. The ground shook under its footsteps.

  "Rooooaaaar!"

  The long-toothed beast blocked Wang Fei's way back, and let out a low growl. Two nostrils sprayed out a cloud of air, blowing up the withered leaves that had fallen to the ground, looking very majestic.

  Especially with a shallow "one" wrinkle between its eyebrows, it looks even more majestic.

  "This is a first-class low-ranking demon beast!"

  Wang Fei was shocked to see the brow print on his opponent, and he secretly thought that according to what he knew, the difference between a demon beast and an ordinary beast was that it had a mark on its body that showed its identity.

  The demonic beast is a cultivating beast, due to the long-term surge of spiritual energy in its body, it will form deep and shallow stripes on its surface. As the level increases, the stripes will become more numerous and deeper.

  For example, one stripe represents a first-level demon beast, and two stripes represent a second-level demon beast. And each level of demon beast is divided into low, middle and high levels according to its strength, with shallow horizontal lines representing the lower level, half-inch depth representing the middle level, and high-level ones having a depth of at least one inch.

  The long-toothed beast in front of him was a low-ranking demon beast, even if it was just a horizontal line, but that was still the cultivation of Ling Yu's early stage, and it couldn't be underestimated.

  Especially the demon beasts, due to their difficulty in cultivation, have strength that is more formidable than ordinary human cultivators at the same level. For example, a particularly powerful first-level low-ranking demon beast can match a mid-term Lingyue cultivator.

  Wang Fei is now at the second level of Lingyue, far from being a match for the Longtooth Beast. Moreover, Wang Fei's battle with Fang Hao had consumed a lot of his mental and physical strength. Now facing this ferocious Longtooth Beast was extremely perilous.

  Thinking of this, Wang Fei hastily retreated backwards, feigning a flustered expression, and secretly pulled out the ancient flying sword he had just obtained.

  The long-toothed beast was a monster after all, with a strong spiritual nature. Seeing Wang Fei's appearance, it thought the other party was afraid and excitedly let out a loud roar, and its two huge nostrils sprayed out another mouthful of cloud gas.

  In an instant, two sharp bone spurs over a foot long shot out from his nose and rapidly flew towards Wang Fei.

  Facing the sharp bone spurs, Wang Fei's face remained unchanged, his spiritual power urging the flying sword to slash towards the bone spurs.

  Wang Fei after all only had one flying sword, and could only block one bone spur. The other one bypassed the tree and shot towards Wang Fei again.

  Wang Fei hastily circulated the spiritual energy within his body, quickly moving his feet to try and evade, but he was shocked to discover that the bone spur seemed to have locked onto him, no matter where he ran, the other party would follow, making it impossible for him to escape.

  The worst part was that Wang Fei's control over the flying sword was getting worse, and he was struggling to dodge. His spiritual energy was being depleted rapidly. With no other choice, Wang Fei took out a Rejuvenation Pill that he had stolen from Lin Feng and swallowed it. As soon as the pill entered his body, his spiritual energy recovered somewhat. Immediately afterwards, Wang Fei chanted an incantation and cast a flame spell on the bone spur beside him.

  Whoosh! A small flame, no larger than a palm, shot out from Wang Fei's fingertips and burst forth with a flick of his finger.

  The flame struck the bony spike on his back, bursting into a blaze of sparks, crackling and popping loudly. The bony spike was burned by the flames, its direction blocked, it spun around in a circle, grazing Wang Fei's shoulder as it shot past him, striking the ground behind him with a loud "Boom!", exploding and sending up a cloud of dust.

  King Fei immediately swung out a flame, coordinating with Gu Pu's flying sword, burning another bone spur to ashes.

  "Roar——"

  Seeing the bone spur forced, the long-toothed beast let out a loud roar and pushed the ground with its claws, ready to move forward.

  Wang Fei saw the situation, his heart skipped a beat, without saying another word, he made a gesture again, and shot out several clusters of flames towards the ground, the grass and trees in front of him ignited instantly. Turning into a sea of fire, rolling smoke billowed up.

  "Rooooaaaar!"

  The long-toothed beast's nostrils were large, and it couldn't withstand the smoke. Under the thick smoke, it roared angrily, its long body retreating backward, then suddenly its two feet pushed against the ground, and with a burst of strength, it charged towards the wall of flames.

  The trees and grass on the edge leaned over and fell under the airflow it spread out, and the flames in front also formed a bulge outward.

  With a loud crash, the long-toothed beast burst through the wall of flames with tremendous force. Due to its high speed, not a single spark of fire clung to its body. However, just as it emerged, a cold light flashed before its eyes, and then everything went black.

  Wang Fei had long known that the flames could not harm this thing, so when it rushed out of the flames, he swung horizontally towards the double-eyed beast's eyes.

  "Wooooo..."

  In the instant that the flying sword cut, blood splattered everywhere, and the intense pain in its eyes caused it to let out a mournful howl. Its long body slammed heavily onto the ground, and the claws on its front paws scratched frantically at the earth, trying to alleviate the agony.

  However, Wang Fei, who understood his own situation, did not give it a chance to turn over. His two hands once again formed a seal and shot out several more fireballs, directly at its body.

  The intense burning sensation from its body and the severe pain from its eyes made the saber-toothed beast furious. Losing its target, it charged around in all directions, immediately causing chaos in the forest.

  The birds and beasts in the jungle suddenly scattered in all directions, either fleeing to other places or flying directly into the high sky, far away from this place.

  The long-toothed beast's rampage, Wang Fei could only dodge horizontally while also looking for the best opportunity to give it a fatal blow.

  Wang Fei was clear that his spiritual power was limited and he couldn't sustain a prolonged battle, so he had to end it quickly. Especially since the opponent was already injured by him, he couldn't let it escape alive. Obtaining a low-grade first-level demon beast would bring many rewards.

  Just as Wang Fei was pondering and observing, the long-toothed beast suddenly opened its huge tiger mouth, stretched out its front paws, and charged towards him.

  Wang Fei immediately said nothing, pointed with one finger, and the ancient flying sword directly stabbed at the throat of the long-toothed beast.

  "Whoosh!" A dull sound rang out, the bright yellow ancient flying sword was razor-sharp and unmatched, directly piercing through the opponent's throat, blood gushing out, the long-toothed beast let out a loud screech, flipped over and fell to the ground, rolling around non-stop. The tree beside it was uprooted by its heavy body crashing into it.

  At the same time, its nostrils also spouted out a few mouthfuls of cloud gas, and three bone thorns appeared. Fortunately, the double eyes of the long-toothed beast were blinded by Wang Fei, and these bone thorns lost their target, shooting onto the branches of the opposite tree, making a loud cracking sound.

  Wang Fei hastily dodged, his hands not daring to slacken, the flying sword rose again, repeatedly stabbing at its head, one after another, bloodstains were imprinted on its head, fresh blood flowed out, and it was in agony.

  Fortunately, the most valuable part of the long-toothed beast was still its skeleton and two huge teeth inside its body, so Wang Fei dared to use flames to scorch it.

  After struggling for half a day, the saber-toothed beast finally collapsed from exhaustion, its four legs pointing towards the sky, lying flat on the ground, and slowly stopped breathing until it died.

  Seeing the finally ascending long-toothed beast, Wang Fei let out a sigh of relief, wiped his sweaty forehead, and sat down on the ground with a thud, panting heavily. This battle had indeed consumed most of his physical strength.

  Of course, after that, Wang Fei chuckled twice, and this time's gain was not small, it could be said that he would get more than a dozen spiritual crystals.

  Due to the scarcity of spiritual energy in the air, with Wang Fei's low cultivation base, it would take a lot of time to extract spiritual energy from the air. However, if he were to use a crystal that condensed spiritual energy for his cultivation, the speed would be much faster than ordinary breathing exercises, and his realm would advance more quickly as well.

  How could Wang Fei not be delighted?

  There are only two problems: Firstly, Wang Fei is just a miscellaneous disciple, how could he possibly use magic to attack the demon beast? If they find out that it was Wang Fei who killed the demon beast, wouldn't his secret be exposed?

  An innocent man carries a jade tablet with no guilt; this principle Wang Fei understands.

  But this didn't faze Wang Fei, since Fang Hao was already dead anyway. With no one to contradict him, he could just pin the blame for killing the Longtooth Beast on Fang Hao and reap the benefits himself.

  As for the second one, it's a bit of a headache. The storage space in Wang Fei's Lingzhu is not enough to store such a large corpse of the long-toothed beast. Is he going to carry it back himself?

  After thinking for a long time without any result, Wang Fei felt that he should first recover his physical strength. So he sat down cross-legged, exhaled and inhaled, and after half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Wang Fei opened his eyes, gazing at the gradually brightening sky, lifted his chin, and continued to think about how to deal with the Longtooth Beast.

  At this moment, Wang Fei suddenly felt that the air around his body was a bit unusual, with a faint fragrance mixed in. This fragrance might not be familiar to others, but to Wang Fei, it was all too familiar.

  This fragrance is a unique flavor of some matured spiritual medicine.