Chapter 30: Submission

This wolf king, pure white as snow all over, had scarlet pupils and ferocious fangs.

Its size was twice that of an ordinary shadow wolf, and its whole body exuded a piercing chill.

It resembled a monster walked out of ancient myth.

"The Demon Beast Compendium has mentioned that shadow wolf packs, after evolution, can give birth to an ice‑attribute wolf king, possessing formidable strength and considerable intelligence."

This was Lu Jing's first encounter with a third‑rank demon beast, and moreover a special leader‑type demon beast.

Leader‑type demon beasts are the elite of their respective domains; this wolf king can even surpass its rank to match a fourth‑realm martial artist!

After the shadow wolf king raised its head to howl, its scarlet gaze, through the forest's hazy mist, enveloped Lu Jing.

It seemed curious as to why this frail human before it could unleash such terrifying power.

Stared at by blood‑red eyes the size of lanterns, Lu Jing's expression remained unchanged.

"You seem to have some wit; can you understand my words?"

"It is not easy for a wolf pack to produce a king; if you retreat now, I might consider sparing your life."

Lu Jing spoke sincerely, but to the shadow wolf king's ears it sounded like outright provocation.

"Aooo~!"

The wolf king lowered its body and let out an angry roar at Lu Jing, the roar rolling like thunder.

It shook the nearby trees into rustling, sending leaves flying.

The next moment, the wolf king lunged at Lu Jing, arriving before him in the blink of an eye.

But it did not strike immediately; instead it slightly lowered its head, looking down on this boastful human.

The wolf king intended to toy with this prey that had just slain its kin.

Its ferocious, exaggerated fangs, coupled with saliva constantly dripping from the corners of its mouth, carried strong corrosive and toxic properties.

Lu Jing calmly gazed at the fangs almost touching his face, a stench comparable to a septic tank emanating from the beast's mouth.

He shook his head. "Your breath is too foul; I think you'd be better off dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his long blade; the blade's light flashed, thrusting straight for the wolf king's throat.

However, as befits a shadow wolf famed for speed, it dodged the vital point in an instant; this fierce strike only landed on its foreleg.

Puchi!

The fur split open instantly, spraying blood.

"Aooo!"

In pain, the wolf king retreated a few steps, putting distance between itself and Lu Jing.

All that could be seen was its bloody maw opening, chilling air gathering within.

The cold air burst forth, instantly sending several ice blades mixed with bone‑piercing ice shards surging toward Lu Jing.

"Hum~!"

Lu Jing's long blade hummed softly as he projected his mental energy, precisely capturing each ice blade.

The next moment, Lu Jing swung his blade before him, repeatedly chopping; blade met ice blade, producing a pleasant sound.

Ping! Bang!

Ping! Bang!

After felling all the ice blades, Lu Jing stomped the ground hard, sending dirt flying.

In a flash of movement he charged toward the shadow wolf king!

In an instant he was before the wolf king, his long blade slashing at its foreclaw.

Compared to this hulking demon beast, Lu Jing was only as tall as its leg.

Yet he felt no fear; instead his heart raced rapidly, and facing such a massive opponent stirred some excitement.

"Pfft."

Blood spattered.

This time the wolf king failed to dodge; its foreclaw was gashed.

Lu Jing drew back his blade to follow up, but the wolf king, having reacted, opened its blood‑filled maw and seized the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword.

The blade was clamped; Lu Jing tried to pull it free, but it wouldn't budge.

"This is of your own making."

Lu Jing snorted coldly; the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword instantly disassembled, its blades forming a spear‑point in the air that stabbed toward the wolf king's left eye.

Puchi!

This blow directly ruined one of the wolf king's eyes.

"Roar~!!!"

An angry wolf howl rang out.

Black‑red blood spurted from the wolf king's eye socket.

In pain, the mouth gripping the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword finally loosened.

Under Lu Jing's control, the blades returned to their places, and the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword was restored whole.

His long blade naturally hung down, tip touching the ground, purple mystic light flowing.

The shadow wolf king, blinded in one eye, was furiously angry.

Its two huge claws went mad, scraping at Lu Jing's position.

The wolf's claws gleamed with a metallic sheen; once caught, Lu Jing would surely have his skin split and flesh torn, losing all combat ability.

Lu Jing dared not be careless; he raised the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword to block the claws' assault.

Seizing the opportunity, he stepped forward, gripping the sword's hilt with both hands, and struck another blow at the claw.

He aimed for the claw because the size gap was too great, making attacks elsewhere very difficult.

If the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword is broken for ranged attacks, it loses its front‑defense capability.

The Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword attacks only and does not defend; it is unsuitable for defense, and it is also hard to be defended against.

That is both an advantage and a drawback.

An incomplete Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword is extremely fragile, its blocking effect is almost zero.

A slight collision will cause it to fall apart instantly.

Thus using an incomplete Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword to block attacks is equivalent to hard‑resisting with one's own spirit power.

Lu Jing is unsure whether his spirit power can reach the strength needed to hard‑push the Wolf King.

"Looks like we need another weapon specifically for Spirit Control."

Lu Jing thought this silently in his heart.

After these rounds, the Wolf King has multiple wounds and has begun massive blood loss; at this rate, he will lose combat ability soon.

"Awooo~!"

The Shadow Wolf King evidently knows this as well.

He let out a low growl, spat ice blades again, and forced Lu Jing back.

Taking the distance from Lu Jing, the Wolf King's figure slowly retreated.

Whether or not they possess intelligence, Demon Beasts, knowing they are doomed, mostly choose to flee.

Seeking profit and avoiding harm is not only human nature, Demon Beasts also follow it.

The Shadow Wolf King slowly retreated, while Single Eye scanned around, looking for a chance to slip away.

But how could Lu Jing let it run? While slashing the flying ice blade, he surged forward.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it!"

Lu Jing's Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword slashed out, carving several dreadful wounds on the Shadow Wolf King.

"Wuwu~"

The Wolf King completely gave up resistance, and a plaintive whimper came from his mouth.

Lu Jing sneered, "What, now you want to surrender?"

But the next moment, the Shadow Wolf King suddenly clutched its tail and turned to run.

Lu Jing had already anticipated this, directed his burning force to his legs, and in the blink of an eye chased after.

Swish!

The blade flash passed, and the Shadow Wolf King's retreat was cut off in response.

The feeling of the Thousand‑Blade Demon Sword slicing bone is very peculiar.

Gripping the hilt tightly, Lu Jing could clearly feel the resistance coming from the hilt.

The bone of this Third‑Rank Demon Beast is indeed hard enough.

"Awooo~"

The Shadow Wolf King let out a wail, fell to the ground, and the blood spurting from the severed leg shot out in a long stream, staining Lu Jing's coat red.

Its hind leg was cut off, and it has lost any chance to flee.

Knowing it cannot escape, the Wolf King crawled on the ground to Lu Jing's feet.

It nudged his shoe with its blood‑stained snout.

Lu Jing looked at the Shadow Wolf King submitting at his feet, and he smiled, a particularly gentle smile.