Chapter 190: Lone Pride Wandering Knight

Time passed, night fell quickly.

Previously, outside Thousand Mountain City it was already desolate; now, because of the wolf demon, it is utterly silent.

Among the clouds, Qi Heng suddenly pointed at that wolf demon.

Shen Qing! Wolf demon! Wolf demon!

Only saw outside Wu Manor, a pair of emerald pupils slowly walked from the darkness; soon it emerged from the mountains and forests, revealing its appearance.

On its head sat a huge and ferocious wolf head; the fangs in its mouth were extremely sharp, and as rumored, it had six arms.

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes.

There really is a wolf demon?

Overbearing true qi surged, a purple flash flickered in his pupils, Shen Qing activated the Eye of Breaking Illusion, and the details on the wolf demon's body kept enlarging in his vision.

Suddenly, Shen Qing discovered something; the wolf demon's arm had obvious scars, he turned his head to look at Wu Nian.

Wu Nian, do you know pupil techniques? Focus on his arm.

Wu Nian heard this, a golden glint flashed in his pupils, he widened his eyes and looked at the wolf demon.

Little monk, it seems I also saw it.

Shen Qing narrowed his eyes: "You say that looks like sutures?"

Wu Nian fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

Only Qi Hen was somewhat bewildered: "Lord Shen, sutures?"

Exactly, sutures. Except for the wolf demon's two upper arms, its four lower arms all have obvious sutures; those arms were sewn on artificially.

You mean this wolf demon is a person pretending?

Shen Qing nodded: "Moreover, that wolf head is very lifelike; perhaps it too was sewn on."

Qi Hen stared blankly: "Lord Shen, what does that mean?"

The meaning is that someone cut off his head and then sewed a wolf head onto it.

Qi Hen's mind suddenly went blank: "Ah? How is that possible? How can a wolf's head still move after being sewn on?"

This is certainly a fantasy for ancient times, but Shen Qing has undergone internet training; to him, any supernatural mysterious thing is just ordinary.

Moreover, this is a world where cultivation is possible; martial artists have exuberant vitality, bodily transformation is not impossible.

Suddenly, Wu Nian raised his hand and pointed in a direction.

Benefactor Shen, look over there.

Only saw in the distance darkness, several black shadows surged, quickly approaching the wolf demon.

Shen Qing initially thought they were from the Six Gates, but that Ouyang Jian had just been beaten by Shen Qing, his injuries not healed; the Four Great Constables, Shen Qing had slain two of them, the remaining two were in Heaven Star City.

That immediately ruled out the Six Gates.

Shen Qing glanced at Qi Hen: "Did you still arrange other means?"

Qi Hen hastily shook his head: "No, since last night the head of the Zou family was injured, now even fewer dare to come out."

Shen Qing smiled: "Then tonight should be even more interesting."

On the ground, several black shadows quickly approached the wolf demon.

The leader, a white-clad Elementary Pellet cultivator, had a grim expression.

This beast actually came here; waiting by the stump for a rabbit really works.

No need to hide now; quick battle, quick decision—his wolf nose is keen, can't hide!

Attack for the Holy Hall!

The surrounding dozen or so people nodded, no longer concealing their steps and aura, quickly charging at the wolf demon.

The wolf demon immediately detected them, letting out a hoarse sound from its throat, baring its sharp fangs, its pupils turning scarlet red, as if meeting enemies, it swiftly charged at several people.

But these people were obviously prepared; they quickly scattered to surround the wolf demon.

Every move of the wolf demon was extremely violent; each swing of its four sutured arms produced a huge air blast.

But it lacked technique, seemingly not adapting to its own strength, nor accustomed to the extra four arms.

In just the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, the wolf demon fell into a desperate situation.

A specially made large net descended from the heavens, tightly ensnaring the wolf demon, then quickly constricting, firmly binding it.

The wolf demon went mad, howling, but could not break free of the bonds.

A black-clad man stepped forward and kicked the wolf demon hard.

You keep running! You keep running!

Really wasting my time.

You say if you obediently become our Holy Hall's test subject, wouldn't that be fine? The Holy Hall will grant you power.

The white-clad Elementary Pellet came forward and grabbed him: "Enough, why say all this?"

You don't know what 'death by too much talk' means? Hurry knock him out and take him back to the Holy Hall.

I heard the Embroidered Uniform Guard has already called for reinforcements; if we lure Shen Qing over later, it'll be bad. Quickly handle the follow-up; we're not suited to expose ourselves now.

At that moment, a cold voice came from midair.

Haven't you heard a saying?

Speak halfway, arsenic mixed rice.

I've just become interested; if you don't finish the story, I'll be very unhappy.

Several gazes looked toward midair; everyone was stunned, the white-clad Elementary Pellet's face changed instantly.

That's Shen Qing! Run!!!

The white-clad Elementary Pellet shouted loudly; everyone immediately scattered and ran in all directions.

Just as those people lifted their feet, several blade lights burst with golden radiance, swiftly cutting in all directions.

Only a series of crackling sounds could be heard.

The earth and trees were sliced into fragments, and those black‑clad individuals with grand master cultivation directly exploded into blood mist.

"Ahhh!"

Two Yuan Dan realm cultivators emitted heart‑rending screams; at this moment their legs were a bloody mess, having been minced by Shen Qing into meat paste.

Fresh blood kept spreading across the snow.

A rustling sound arose as Shen Qing walked slowly through the snow.

He crouched down and looked at the white‑clad Yuan Dan cultivator.

"If you recognize me, then everything will be easy."

"Then you should know my methods—if I don't get what I want or hear what I want to hear, you'll find it hard even to die."

From those brief words just now, Shen Qing already understood that the so‑called wolf demon was something this group had fabricated.

Moreover, the Holy Hall brought to Shen Qing's mind some fanatical cults.

Shen Qing then became curious—who could be so powerful as to produce netherworldly things in this backward age, and he really wanted to see who it was.

The white‑clad Yuan Dan cultivator's face showed a flash of fervor: "Shen Qing! Don't even think about it—I am loyal to my faith; you won't get anything from me!"

"I won't tell you anything!"

"Ahhh!"

Shen Qing pointed his finger, and a golden beam pierced a part of the white‑clad Yuan Dan cultivator's body.

Only the sound of something cracking like an egg could be heard.

The white‑clad Yuan Dan cultivator turned into a lone wandering knight.

No man could withstand this blow; even Wu Nian, following behind, felt his eyelids twitch.

"Your answer dissatisfies me."

"If you don't cooperate, then there's another one too."

The white‑clad Yuan Dan cultivator's eyes were painful, though his tone was no longer as fervent as before.

"I won't say it."

Shen Qing raised his eyebrows, gathered true qi in his finger, about to release it, and the white‑clad Yuan Dan cultivator grew afraid.

Even the zealous followers couldn't withstand this.

"No, no, no!"

"I'll speak, I'll speak."