Chapter 109: Giant Wolf

Howl! A huge sound came from the direction of the World Tree!

"Is that a wolf howl?" Everyone felt surprised, and at the same time full of doubt.

Feng Yan stopped, also feeling very doubtful. He subconsciously looked around, but there was no suspicious place. At that moment, Feng Yan felt his chest suddenly become very heavy with pain! He covered his chest, looking very painful, he forced himself, trying not to show his state in front of Yang Xin. But Yang Xin still noticed, revealing a playful smile and asked: "How? You can't take it anymore? Go home, that's where a coward like you should be."

"A coward?" Feng Yan lowered his head and spoke softly, as if talking to himself, but also as if answering Yang Xin's words.

"Is that so? Then this arrow will send you home! Coward!" Yang Xin shouted loudly, at the same time taking the arrow the Prince had previously given him, nocking it, and aiming at Feng Yan.

"Maybe I am a coward!" Feng Yan suddenly raised his head and loudly roared: "But I cannot! I cannot be defeated by you! Even if it's death, I cannot be defeated by you! In my eyes, a coward is a timid person, but a timid person is still far better than a hypocrite!"

"Then let's see who wins in the contest between hypocrite and coward!" Yang Xin pulled the trigger, and the arrow flew out!

"Whoosh!" The arrow tore through the air, emitting a piercing sound, flying straight at Feng Yan!

"Everything will end here!" Yang Xin said, looking triumphantly at Feng Yan. At this moment, Feng Yan had no strength left to resist.

"What's going on?" Feng Yan felt waves of pain in his chest; that burning agony made him unable to grip his sword hilt. He stood in place, only waiting for the arrow to quickly pierce his lower chest...

"Howl!" A huge sound came!

"Just a barking dog that isn't fierce?" Feng Yan thought, as the arrow had already reached his eyes, and then Feng Yan closed his eyes.

"Goodbye!" Feng Yan silently thought, meanwhile feeling a bit unwilling. He turned his head to look at Wang Tingwan, then at Chen Hao, and then nodded at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao couldn't bear to watch anymore; it was already too late, so he turned his head aside, not wanting to see what came next, but a metallic collision sound came!

Clang!

The arrow collided with that piece of metal, sending out golden sparks; Chen Hao jerked his head back, revealing a smile.

It was Jin Meng! Chen Hao's face showed delight, and Jin Meng, seeing Chen Hao's expression, knew he had arrived just in time; he smiled, then half-seriously, half-jokingly said: "Boss, how should we count this job? As a tip? Or as a big reward?"

Chen Hao was speechless, gave Jin Meng a roll of his eyes, then smiled and replied: "You decide yourself how much that guy is worth."

After saying that, Jin Meng took a look and immediately understood. He hurried over, pulled Feng Yan up, and asked with concern: "How are you? Sir, your condition doesn't seem good."

At this moment, Feng Yan's feelings were strange; on one hand, in his view, bounty hunters exist only for money—once money fails to meet their goals, abandoning their patron is sometimes necessary—but why would Jin Meng do this? Feng Yan glanced at Yang Xin ahead, then turned his head to look at Jin Meng supporting him, feeling uneasy inside.

He wanted to curse Yang Xin loudly, but then thought better of it; with Jin Meng's support, he slowly rose to his feet, feeling a heat in his chest. After steadying himself, he turned his gaze toward Wang Tingwan, his eyes full of sorrow and helplessness.

He lowered his head and said dejectedly: "Ah, I see, you're still with him."

These words were like talking to himself, yet also like speaking to her; after saying them, Feng Yan covered his chest and slowly returned to Chen Hao's side.

The Dwarves surrounded them, awaiting Feng Yan's command.

"This is your ending!" Feng Yan lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Wang Tingwan could no longer see Feng Yan's expression at this moment, but she knew her actions had deeply hurt this boy's heart, thinking: Perhaps dying once in this game wouldn't be so bad.

"Kill!" Feng Yan shouted loudly; he had made up his mind, and this cry also served as a period to his past feelings—at least he thought so.

The Dwarves took weapons they had previously picked up from the Li Kingdom soldiers, stepping forward one by one to approach them; those weapons were somewhat too long for them, looking ridiculous and laughable in the king's eyes, but even more tragically, they were being driven into a desperate situation by these ridiculous and laughable troops.

The Dwarves wielded their weapons, step by step driving the king and Yang Xin's group into a corner; the king never imagined that the thing his own soldiers had used as reinforcement material and as a slave would soon send him down the road to the underworld; the king felt unwilling, he roared loudly, cursing Feng Yan and Chen Hao.

All kinds of foul language poured from the king's mouth, while Feng Yan and Chen Hao merely listened quietly; Chen Hao deliberately gave the Dwarves an order, just to let the king curse a while longer, then send him on his way.

"Trash, waste, my subordinates are all rice buckets—how could you not know the Dwarves have such high combat power? How could you treat them as materials for strengthening potions? Can't you tame the Dwarves?" The king spat out these complaints, his words full of helplessness and regret.

"Is this your ending? I think it's fine." Feng Yan said coldly, holding the Black Sword, slowly walking toward the king.

"No! Don't come near me! Don't come over!" The king, frightened out of his wits, shouted with an ashen face, then one by one pushed his attendants aside.

"Extreme, indulgent, pleasure-seeking, wantonly defiling others' bodies, lost in power—then come taste the flavor of death!" Feng Yan swung his sword again and again, cutting off the arms or thighs of the attendants the king pushed forward; with each attendant's anguished cry, the ground was covered in blood, the attendants writhing in pain on the ground, wailing...

This was revenge for the dance girl, and also the fury for the woman he had rescued midway.

The blood from their severed wounds spurted red, some splashing onto Feng Yan's face. His complexion turned pale, half his face stained red with blood; he continued forward, long sword in hand, directly facing the king.

The king trembled with fear; looking at Feng Yan, he only thought adventurers were demons! Then he placed another person in front of himself; Feng Yan swung his sword down, but saw a familiar face.

That was Wang Tingwan; Feng Yan hastily sheathed his Black Sword, then looked at her cheek and said deeply: "Indeed, for you, I still cannot bring myself to strike."

Feng Yan protected her, standing in front of her.

Meanwhile Chen Hao understood that he could never bring himself to harm her; he smiled and said: "Looks like this level is still tough to get through."

"Why?" Wang Tingwan asked, her eyes glistening with tears, her voice choking.

"Probably, this is what liking someone feels like." Feng Yan replied gently, doing his best to keep his tone soft; then he moved Wang Tingwan aside, looked at the king, his gaze full of contempt, and continued: "Only you make me feel disgusted, like a favorite thing attracting flies."

"Is Feng Yan's body okay?" Chen Hao wondered, a bit worried, but seeing him cut down the king's attendants all along the way made him think Feng Yan was fine and could definitely handle it.

Chen Hao was somewhat worried, but after looking at Feng Yan's condition, he thought he could still manage.

Feng Yan once again stood before the king, raising his long sword, and said coldly and mercilessly: "Your Highness the Prince, farewell forever!"

"Ah!" With the king's miserable cry, then a crack—his arm fell to the ground, and the king, showing a fearful expression, shouted: "Someone! Save me! Whoever helps me, I'll give him all my money, all of it!"

Feng Yan felt it ironic, pitying the king, yet raising his long sword again, he said: "Then, go in peace!"

The king closed his eyes, awaiting death.

"Howl!" Another huge sound came, and then a familiar voice shouted: "Everyone, long time no see!"

Several people raised their heads, seeing a giant wolf, the Red-clothed Devil riding it, walking step by step toward them.

"You finally came!" The king rejoiced, shouting at the Red-clothed Devil.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the World Tree has already disappeared, and we will also wipe out the Dwarves, as well as you two, Feng Yan!" the Red-clothed Devil said to Feng Yan.

"Is that so? Tyr, it turns out you still aren't resigned from the battle back then!" A voice came from behind him.

"Who? Come out!" the Red-clothed Devil shouted, then looked around.

"This time, will it not be Twilight of the Gods, but the Dawn of Mankind?" The voice sounded again, then appeared before everyone's eyes.

"It's the God King! The God King!" The Dwarves, seeing Odin appear up close, knelt down.

"God King! That's mine, you're merely my substitute!" the Red-clothed Devil roared again, his expression agitated.

"Is that so? It seems you're not Tyr. Who exactly are you, and why do you look exactly like him?" Odin understood, deliberately provoking the Red-clothed Devil.

"An uneasy, fearful little war god mocked by the gods—I lost my right arm because of you!" the Red-clothed Devil bellowed, then fixed his eyes on Odin.

"So then, you want to kill my children?" Odin asked.

"Of course!" the Red-clothed Devil replied, then glanced at the giant wolf beneath him.

"Fenrir? This is truly the best thing to deal with it." Aoding laughed, then his body emitted a blinding white light.

Aoding again donned the Eagle Helmet, wore golden armor, then glanced at the person and wolf before him, mounted the eight-legged horse, and prepared to begin battle!