Chapter 75: The Best Way to Deal With This Kind of Creature Is to Break It!

A loud bang echoed.

Wu Qi’s body slammed into a nearby large tree, snapping it clean in two.

The crack of the splitting trunk reverberated through the empty forest, startling birds and beasts into frantic flight.

The powerful impact carried Wu Qi’s body further, sliding across the grass behind him and carving a deep trench in the mud.

His lower half was buried deep in the soil; he stared at the wolf demon before him, face twisted in shock and disbelief.

Just one strike—and he nearly couldn’t hold it?

“What the hell? A He Liu–realm wolf demon? And at its peak?!”

He could fight above his level, but not by this much.

Right now, Wu Qi’s mind was reeling. Weren’t the beasts here only supposed to be Dong Xu–realm? How did He Liu–realm ones even show up?!

Now, not just Wu Qi—all the high-level cultivators who had entered this secret realm expecting to bully the newcomers—were stunned by the beasts’ cultivation levels.

So far, they hadn’t encountered a single beast below He Liu–realm.

The weakest were all He Liu–realm early stage.

Even a prodigy like Wu Qi had no chance against them; the high-level cultivators were now running for their lives, cursing under their breath.

Who the hell had come in and boosted the beasts to this level?

It wasn’t worth it just for resources meant for Kai Mai and Ning Yuan cultivators.

They’d planned to mess with the low-level cultivators, make things a bit harder for them—but now they were the ones getting crushed.

Wu Qi estimated, at minimum, a Guan Tian–realm ancient beast must have entered to enhance the demons this much.

Maybe he was just unlucky—walking straight into the strongest beast in this area.

What he didn’t know was that this was barely the beginning; he was still in the outer zone, and the beasts inside were far worse.

Because a Shengzhe–realm cultivator had entered this realm.

Not even he, a Po Xu–realm cultivator, would survive. Even a Guan Tian–realm would have to flee.

Wu Qi, bold and skilled, relied on his advantage in forest combat to constantly evade the wolf demon’s attacks.

He never ran on the ground—he leapt between the towering trees.

Especially those branches just thick enough to bear his weight.

Because of its mass, the wolf demon couldn’t chase him without snapping those branches, then crashing down with a loud thud.

It couldn’t use its speed at all—it couldn’t catch him.

“He Liu–realm isn’t that impressive. Compared to the dangers I’ve faced before, this is nothing.”

Wu Qi, having forgotten his pain, grew arrogant again.

He’d originally planned to lure this absurdly powerful wolf demon away so his two younger cousins could quickly grab the “Moonlight Spirit Leaf.”

But who could’ve guessed the furious wolf demon let out a howl and called for backup?

Only then did Wu Qi remember—wolf demons were pack animals.

Three terrifying auras surged toward him from all sides.

All three were He Liu–realm mid-stage wolf demons.

Wu Qi’s heart sank—not because he couldn’t escape, but because judging from the direction the other wolves were coming, his two cousins and his aunt were in danger!

They were hiding right beside the path the wolves were advancing on.

When the other three wolves appeared, Wu Qi’s two cousins panicked and fled in terror; his aunt, Wu Nan Zhi, turned ashen-faced.

Wu Qi couldn’t save them—they were already surrounded.

Even the wolves’ breath alone was enough to make them sway on their feet.

A wave of death began to spread.

Wu Qi, watching from afar, was filled with dread. Oh no—if his aunt died, how would he explain it to Grandpa? He’d be killed!

One wolf demon suddenly lunged at Wu Nan Zhi; each step it took shook the earth, kicking up whirlwinds of fallen leaves and dust.

Its massive jaws, wide enough to swallow anything whole, opened wide, ready to devour its prey.

Within its maw, razor-sharp fangs gleamed coldly; saliva dripped continuously from its lips, reeking of putrid stench.

Leaves trembled in the wind, rustling softly, adding sorrow and despair to the assault, weaving an indescribable atmosphere of death.

Yet, at this critical moment—

The seal within Wu Nan Zhi’s body shattered as if struck by an invisible force; an ancient, overwhelming aura erupted instantly.

Immediately, a Tiger Saint Beast awoke from within her, unleashing a titanic presence and slamming its paw directly into the charging wolf demon.

That palm carried the weight of mountains and rivers; the wolf demon had no time to react before being flung away by the colossal force.

It tumbled through the air, shrieking in agony, finally crashing into a tree trunk over ten meters away, its body crushed inward.

Teeth shattered and scattered across the ground; blood gushed from its mouth as it lay dying, eyes filled with terror and resentment.

At the same time, where Wu Nan Zhi had stood, a colossal creature—over ten meters tall—appeared: a black-and-gold Saint Tiger!

Its eyes glowed with terrifying power; its body was sleek and muscular, every sinew pulsing with explosive strength; its tail, like a black steel whip, could summon gales with a single flick.

When this Saint Tiger appeared, the entire heavens and earth seemed to tremble.

The surrounding trees, dwarfed by its massive form, toppled like grass before a storm.

With a single roar, its voice thundered like heaven’s drum, striking fear into countless nearby beasts.

Some weaker demons fainted instantly from the sonic wave, collapsing unconscious.

The surrounding wolves, their earlier ferocity gone, now cowered on the ground. “What?! Our Wu family’s Saint Beast is inside Auntie?!” Wu Qi cried out in shock.

The city was called Tiger Crouching City because, long ago, a Saint Tiger had rampaged there—until suppressed by a Wu family Shengzhe–realm elder.

That Wu ancestor, moved by the Saint Tiger’s arduous cultivation, sealed it within his body, hoping to redeem it.

He also intended to pass it down as a guardian beast to protect future generations of the Wu family.

That was how Tiger Crouching City got its name.

Wu Qi had always assumed the Saint Beast was sealed inside his grandfather’s body—not that it was in Wu Nan Zhi.

Dammit—could the beast enhancements in this wilderness secret realm be because of Auntie?

But that didn’t matter much—Auntie was clearly the strongest here. If so, let her just wipe out all these monsters.

Thinking this, Wu Qi leapt over and shouted to the Saint Tiger, which stood with its back to him: “Auntie, kill those wolves!”

No sooner had he spoken than the Saint Tiger lashed out with its tail.

!

Boom!

A thunderous roar shook the earth; nearly all the giant trees in the area where Wu Qi had stood were obliterated.

Had he not reacted fast enough to leap onto a neighboring tree, he’d have been crushed.

Having narrowly escaped death, Wu Qi was now drenched in sweat.

“Run! Auntie can’t control the Saint Tiger!”

He shouted to his dazed cousins.

Then he turned and bolted—running as far and as fast as he could—because the Saint Tiger had bared its fangs and begun low, rumbling growls.

Wu Qi, who’d spent years in the mountains, knew this noise meant one thing: the Saint Tiger was hungry.

If he didn’t run now, once the Saint Tiger turned to face him, he’d have no chance to escape.

His two cousins also sprinted away; the Saint Tiger glanced at them, and a crushing aura slammed into them.

The four wolf demons, due to their size, became its first targets.

Inside the Saint Tiger’s body, Wu Nan Zhi could see everything outside—this was her first time summoning it.

She was trying to communicate with the beast, but it ignored her completely.

Soon, the entire area became a wasteland, littered with beast corpses and pools of blood.

Elsewhere, Li Chen strolled calmly through the forest, casually gathering resources, waiting for the light circle to refresh.

He thought this wilderness secret realm was fine—whenever he released his aura, every beast fled like they’d seen a ghost.

The slower ones dropped to their knees, trembling.

Some beasts even tried to please him, wagging their tails and bowing, as if begging him to ride them.

But Li Chen thought: You spiky demon, stop with this nonsense!

I’d suffer if I rode you!

Li Chen had considered whether to find a mount—this place was huge, after all.

But ordinary mounts were beneath him.

Just then, he sensed powerful energy fluctuations, accompanied by beast roars.

When Li Chen arrived at the scene, he saw a massive tiger-like creature biting clean through the neck of a giant bear demon.

Seeing the golden-and-black striped Saint Tiger, radiating immense demonic power, Li Chen’s expression turned satisfied—this was the kind of mount he should ride.

To others, the Saint Tiger was a monstrous destroyer, terrifying all who saw it into fleeing.

But to Li Chen, it was just a slightly larger house cat.

The Saint Tiger was about to devour the bear demon when, without warning, a figure appeared atop a towering ancient tree above it.

The man stood tall, his gaze radiating undeniable authority and majesty—as if he were the sole sovereign of heaven and earth, looking down upon the Saint Tiger with supreme disdain.

The Saint Tiger sensed the threat from Li Chen and snapped out of its frenzy; it leapt up instantly, every hair on its body standing on end like a startled cat, showing unprecedented wariness.

Its eyes glinted with caution, fixed on Li Chen, as if evaluating the strength of this sudden intruder.

Li Chen didn’t know if the Saint Tiger understood human speech, but he knew: the best way to deal with this kind of creature is to break it!

In a flash, his body vanished as if merging into empty space; the next instant, the Saint Tiger, locked onto its target, found it gone without a trace.

Just as the Holy Tiger was scanning the surroundings, trying to locate Li Chen, a faint voice sounded beside its ear: “Are you looking for me?”

Before the words had fully faded, Li Chen’s figure had already appeared atop its forehead, like a light feather, yet bringing the Holy Tiger an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Li Chen lightly brought down his palm; the Holy Tiger felt its body instantly locked by an invisible force, all its meridians completely sealed, leaving it utterly motionless.

Those eyes, once filled with supreme authority, now brimmed with fear and despair—it gazed at the man before it in terror, feeling he was a thousandfold more terrifying than the one who had once sealed it.

The Holy Tiger, which had made everyone here tremble in fear and even the genius Wu Qi dared not approach, could not survive a single strike from Li Chen.

Just as Li Chen sat atop the Holy Tiger’s head, preparing to properly discipline it—

*Bang!* The Holy Tiger suddenly vanished, and before him stood a completely naked woman!

Li Chen blinked in surprise. Huh? Where did my mount go?

(End of Chapter)