Chapter 87

On the winding, rugged mountain path.

Qin Shuo, who was about to step forward to deliver the finishing blow and behead the pockmarked bandit, suddenly halted his steps.

He saw that the pockmarked bandit, whom he had pierced through the chest with his halberd, stood up like a corpse.

He hunched over, his arms limp at his sides, countless streams of scarlet qi gushing from within his body, exuding an incomprehensible, eerie, and evil aura.

Immediately, these scarlet qi continuously surged toward the wound on his chest,

Under the influence of the scarlet qi, his shattered five viscera and six bowels, along with his flesh and bones, began to wriggle strangely, and in a short moment, they had fully recovered.

Qin Shuo's hairs stood on end all over his body; such a strange sight made his scalp tingle.

Suddenly, the pockmarked bandit abruptly lifted his head.

A thin human skin mask slipped from his face, revealing a familiar visage.

"Yan Song!"

Lin Feng and Qin Shuo exclaimed in unison.

Neither had expected that this silent bandit, who had just beheaded Wang Fugui, was actually Yan Song of the Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall.

"What is he..."

Lin Feng stared at Yan Song, who was undergoing a strange transformation not far away, his muscles tensed tightly, his spirit stretched to the limit.

"Second Senior Brother, you take the people and retreat first!" Qin Shuo said solemnly.

The Yan Song before them, who knows what evil he has fallen under, is like being possessed by a ghost, undergoing an indescribable anomaly.

In this situation, it is best to let the herb-gathering team stay away from him, lest any mishap occur.

"Ao wu..."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the anomaly occurred again.

Only seen, Yan Song ahead suddenly stopped straightening his waist, his tightly closed eyes opening at this moment, revealing a pair of scarlet, eerie vertical pupils.

In an instant!

Qin Shuo only felt that all the pores on his body exploded, his hairs standing on end, as if stared down by a savage beast from the wilderness, even his spirit trembling.

But this was not over yet.

After opening his eyes, Yan Song's body swelled, the bones in his flesh cracking and popping loudly, his physique expanding at a visible speed.

Dense silver-gray fur grew on his skin, his face protruded forward, sharp, man-killing fangs grew in his mouth, his ten fingers turned into sharp wolf claws, and from his mouth came angry, wild roars.

Everyone present was stunned!

Even Qin Shuo sucked in a breath of cold air, completely unable to comprehend how a perfectly normal person could suddenly turn into a ferocious and terrifying wolf demon.

"Run!"

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly.

Countless bandits fled for their lives, the escorts of the Liuhe Martial Arts Hall also faces full of shock, crying out as they fled into the distance.

Roar!

After transforming into a silver werewolf, Yan Song did not immediately attack Qin Shuo, but instead abruptly turned around and lunged toward the scattering bandits.

His speed was too fast, like a bolt of silver lightning.

In the blink of an eye, he leapt over a hundred meters.

With such terrifying speed, how could mere mortal bandits possibly resist?

In an instant, countless screams echoed through the mountains and wilderness, but then abruptly ceased.

"Flee!"

Qin Shuo hesitated not, grabbed Lin Feng, and bolted with all his might.

Though unclear what exactly had happened to Yan Song, he clearly understood that the aura Yan Song displayed was no weaker than Fang Yongyuan's, and likely had already reached Tongmai Peak.

"Damn, this Mang Mountain Martial Arts Hall is truly inhuman!" Qin Shuo cursed.

Who could have thought that a perfectly fine martial arts hall master would suddenly turn into a wolf demon, and his power would surge so greatly.

Before his transformation, Yan Song's strength was only slightly greater than Fang Lin, who had just broken through Tongmai that day, and much weaker than Tian Zhan, which is why he was killed in one blow by Qin Shuo's halberd.

But after transformation, he seemed to have taken on a wolf demon's form, his power increased tenfold, simply strange to the extreme.

"Wolf demon? Could it be the Xiaoyue Yaowang!?"

Suddenly, Qin Shuo recalled the Longxiang Monk's dying words on his kasaya.

According to his speculation, the Xiaoyue Yaowang's spirit was immensely powerful; after having his demon core shattered by him, it was very likely he did not die, but instead lay dormant in secret within the Songyang Prefecture territory, possibly even on Erlong Mountain.

"If it truly is the Xiaoyue Yaowang, why would he possess Yan Song?"

Qin Shuo ran while his thoughts scattered.

Yan Song came here to ambush and kill me, which I can understand, after all I crippled Luo Tong, so it's natural for him to seek revenge.

But where did he encounter the Xiaoyue Yaowang?

How did the Xiaoyue Yaowang possess him?

If he can possess Yan Song, can he also possess me, or even seize my body?

Thinking of this, Qin Shuo's pace quickened by another third.

However, he and Lin Feng's escape speed was still too slow.

Just after running not far, he heard the wolf demon's howling from behind, along with the dull thuds of wolf claws striking the ground at extreme speed.

Boom!

Like a boulder falling to the ground.

The massive wolf demon, nearly three meters tall, stomped hard on the ground, his silver fur blazing brightly, like a full moon hanging in the sky, fiercely slashing down at Qin Shuo and the two behind him.

"We can't escape!" Qin Shuo's heart sank.

He abruptly turned back, swung his iron halberd in a wide arc, and chopped at the blazing silver wolf claws.

Clang!

After transforming into a wolf demon, Yan Song's body was terrifyingly hard, even matching Qin Shuo's Longxiang Golden Body.

His wolf claws collided with the Iron Halberd, producing a metallic tremolo, astonishing to the extreme.

Thud thud thud thud thud...

Qin Shuo was slapped backward by this claw, each step he retreated cracking the ground beneath him.

Know that Qin Shuo's Longxiang Golden Body, when fully unleashed, weighs tens of thousands of jin, yet even now he still cannot match the wolf demon, being at a disadvantage in strength.

From this, one can see just how terrifying the power of this silver wolf demon truly is.

"Second Senior Brother, you flee first, don't worry about me!"

Qin Shuo's expression was solemn, his right hand gripping the Iron Halberd trembling slightly, stopping Lin Feng from rushing forward to help.

Given the opponent's Inner Strength Great Success power, he feared that a single clash would tear him to pieces by this wolf demon.

Therefore, Qin Shuo told him to flee first.

As long as there are no burdens, even if Yan Song is truly possessed by the Xiaoyue Yaowang, he still has a certain confidence to survive.

The wolf demon was flung away by the halberd, landing and instantly leaping up again, seemingly tireless, like a silver flash of lightning, once more lunging at Qin Shuo.

Roar!

The wolf demon's blood-red eyes icy, it let out a heaven-shaking roar.

Its entire body fur glowed, silver radiance brilliant.

The crescent moon mark on its forehead blazed even brighter, as if the bright moon had descended, blinding those who dared to open their eyes.

Kill!

Qin Shuo roared in anger.

With no way to avoid, he could only fight to the death.

The wolf demon's speed was too great; he had no chance to escape, so since that was the case, he would simply slay it.

In a life-or-death desperate situation, Qin Shuo's innate bloodthirst and ferocity were aroused.

His gaze turned icy cold, the Iron Halberd in his hand, driven by Inner Qi, blade flashing with cold light, he chopped forward madly, one strike after another.

Three Returns to One, strength transformed into blade aura.

This move, the essence of the White Ape Splits Mountain, was now applied by Qin Shuo to the iron halberd, making his attacks reveal their sharp edge, unstoppable against any defense.

At the same time, he circulated the Longxiang Golden Body, a Great Sun Golden Wheel hovering behind his head, pouring down golden light like a curtain, forming a defense over his body.

At this moment, Qin Shuo balanced offense and defense, the iron halberd in his hand striking one blow more fierce than the last, seeking to overwhelm this aberrant demon wolf in momentum.

Pfft!

Under the support of tens of thousands of jin of force, the blade aura of White Ape Splits Mountain sharpened to the extreme, slicing through the wolf demon's silver radiance, the halberd blade cutting its claws, blood spurting.

Ow—!

The wolf demon cried out in pain, letting out a mournful long howl.

But soon, its wolf claw blood energy surged, actually healing the injury in an instant.

Qin Shuo's scalp went numb; this regenerative power—how could he possibly fight it?