Chapter 32 The Spirit Sacrifice in the Wolf Village
Chapter 32 The Spirit Sacrifice in the Wolf Village
Bei Feng collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as paper. The excruciating pain in his chest felt like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, making each breath incredibly difficult. It was as if the air itself had turned into sharp blades, stabbing his lungs and internal organs.
He stared wide-eyed at Shi Hao, who stood above him in disbelief. This opponent, who looked like a child, was now like a war god, exuding an awe-inspiring and formidable aura that seemed capable of breaking through the gloom of the world.
As he watched, Bei Feng's chest began to heave violently, his eyes filled with resentment and astonishment. He had never imagined that he would one day be defeated by a child who was less than a fraction of his age.
"This...how is this possible...?"
Bei Feng muttered to himself, his voice tinged with resentment and bitterness. He had been regarded as a genius of Bei Village since childhood, a standout among his peers. When had he ever suffered such a setback?
This was nothing short of a catastrophe for him, shattering his former pride and confidence.
Seeing Bei Feng transformed from a spirited young man into his current state, the young Shi Hao felt a pang of pity and slowly removed his foot from Bei Feng's chest.
She took two steps back and said to him in a childish voice, "You lost. I hope you won't trespass on our Stone Village's hunting grounds again. Peaceful coexistence is the best thing for everyone."
After saying that, Shi Hao ignored Bei Feng and turned to walk towards Shi An.
However, watching Shi Hao's departing figure, Bei Feng, who was already resentful for being defeated by a child much younger than himself, was enraged when he saw that the other party actually pitied him. He disregarded his already seriously injured body and struggled to stand up.
"Bang!"
His fist, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, roared like an angry dragon as it slammed towards the seemingly thin figure.
The attack was swift and sudden, and it was already close to Shi Hao's back before he could react.
Unfortunately, although his punch was strong and heavy, like thunder in a storm, it was intercepted by a seemingly slender but incredibly tough hand just before it touched Shi Hao's body, and could not advance any further.
Immediately afterwards, Shi An's voice rang out.
"Brother Hao, the worst things to do in battle are to be distracted and to show mercy to the enemy!"
His voice was calm and deep, each word like a heavy hammer striking Shi Hao's young heart.
Then, seemingly without a care, he casually flicked his wrist, and the whirlwind he held flew through the air like a kite with a broken string, tracing a tragic arc before soaring ten thousand meters into the sky.
Then, without even glancing at Bei Feng and the group of Bei villagers who were terrified, he turned to Shi Hao and said, "Remember, no matter how weak the enemy is, you must not be careless, and you must not show sympathy in battle, because this will often become your fatal weakness."
As he said this, Shi An's eyes held both reproach and affection.
"Eeya!"
Faced with Shi An's lecture, Shi Hao couldn't help but become a little shy, his little face turned even redder, and he looked incredibly cute, completely different from his little tiger-like appearance just now.
To be honest, it's not his fault. After all, this was his first real-world experience, and for someone his age, it's quite remarkable that he could do that.
Therefore, after seeing Shi Hao bow his head and admit his mistake, Shi An did not say anything more to him, but turned his head to look in the other direction.
By this time, the sky had completely darkened due to the battle between Shi Hao and Bei Feng, with only a few drops of moonlight illuminating the surroundings.
But from within the dark forest, a low, mournful howl could be faintly heard, as if a terrifying creature was approaching, shrouding the entire world in a chilling killing intent that seeped into one's very bones.
Before long, in the pitch-black night, pairs of emerald green eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps, flickered and disappeared, exuding a chilling and eerie aura.
Finally, everyone saw clearly that it was a pack of giant wolves with black backs and white bellies.
The giant wolves were enormous, each one comparable in size to a house, as if they were beasts that had stepped out of ancient mythology.
They were all gaping with their blood-red mouths open, revealing fangs that were more than half a foot long, snow-white and menacing, gleaming coldly in the darkness. Coupled with their scarlet tongues, they looked as ferocious as demons from hell.
And it wasn't just one or two, but a full forty or fifty ferocious beasts that surrounded them, posing a far greater threat than the people of Bei Village.
Upon getting closer, Shi Hao discovered that those pairs of emerald green eyes were all as big as small bowls, sinister and cold, exuding a strong sense of malevolence. He wondered how many ferocious beasts they had killed to cultivate such a chilling aura.
"Awooo..."
Suddenly, a chilling howl, like a thunderclap, came from the wolf pack. Then, a huge figure pounced on Shi Hao, its fierce aura seemingly about to devour him instantly.
Faced with the sudden appearance of the wolf pack, Shi Hao's expression instantly became extremely solemn, but he did not back down. Instead, an indomitable fighting spirit was ignited in his small body.
He stared intently at the enormous wolf shadow rushing towards him, his hands clenched into fists, his muscles tense like a fully drawn bowstring, every nerve on high alert, clearly prepared for a desperate battle.
But just as he was fully focused and ready for battle, a red light suddenly streaked past his eyes like a shooting star, carrying a scorching heat.
Immediately afterwards, the giant wolf that pounced like a tiger descending a mountain was engulfed in flames. The flames, like a red dragon, devoured it in an instant. In the blink of an eye, the giant wolf was motionless, collapsed to the ground, and turned into a charred mess.
Then, several more streaks of red light flashed past his eyes like lightning, carrying the aura of death.
The once ferocious and menacing giant wolves followed in the footsteps of the first giant wolf, struggling painfully in the flames before finally turning to ashes.
"this········"
This scene was so astonishing that not only little Shi Hao, who was not even four years old, but even the people of the Wolf Village who had been filled with hope upon seeing the arrival of the wolf pack were stunned.
They never expected that they had underestimated Shi An. This seemingly weak boy from Shi Village actually possessed such terrifying strength, killing dozens of giant wolves with just one move.
"Awoo~"
Just then, a howl suddenly came from high in the sky. The sound was like a mountain ghost weeping in the dark night, carrying an indescribable chill that went straight into everyone's hearts, making people shudder.
Immediately afterwards, a strange creature, like a drifting dark cloud, slowly descended from the sky.
The creature was about two meters long and covered with a layer of glossy, satin-like yellowish-brown fur, but it looked very old. Its wolf face was covered with crisscrossing wrinkles, as if they were marks etched by time.
This is a rare wolf! Even among countless wolf packs, it's rare to find a wolf like this, and it's a special one!
It should be noted that jackals, in general, are almost unable to walk on their own. They usually have to lie on the backs of other wolves and be carried by them.
But this wolf in front of them, whether due to its powerful bloodline or some other unknown reason, had grown a pair of wings and was able to soar freely in the air.
Looking at the faintly flickering primitive runes on the old wolf's body, Shi Hao asserted that this must be an extremely powerful ferocious beast!
The old wolf flapped its wings slowly, each flap seemingly accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, as if it could stir up the wind and clouds between heaven and earth.
Its deep eyes gleamed with wisdom and cunning, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, scanning the crowd below.
Finally, its gaze settled on Shi An, as if it keenly sensed the unusual aura emanating from the latter.
"boom!"
Suddenly, the old wolf moved. Runes flickered, and a golden light flashed on its short forepaws as the Primal Treasure Rune instantly condensed.
Immediately afterwards, a large golden claw materialized, carrying an overwhelming force, and came straight at Shi An. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
Seeing this, a glint flashed in Shi An's eyes, and he immediately reached out with one hand.
In an instant, divine light flashed, and the golden claw disappeared as if it had been sucked into something.
At the same time, seeing that Shi An had easily deflected his attack, the old wolf's expression changed immediately, and without thinking, it flew away into the distance.
But no matter how fast it flew, it couldn't keep up with Shi An's speed. He only took one step forward before he was already on its back.
"Bang!"
With a single stomp, as if a star had fallen to earth, the once majestic old wolf was instantly crushed to the ground, unable to move, and the surrounding space seemed to tremble from the impact of that stomp.
The old wolf let out a mournful howl, its wings flapping desperately, but it could not break free from Shi An's foot, which was as steady as a mountain. Soon, its heart was filled with despair and fear.
Having roamed the Great Wilderness for so many years, weathering countless storms and encountering all sorts of opponents, it had never felt such shock and fear before. This seemingly young human youth possessed strength that was simply unbelievable, far exceeding its expectations.
Shi An lowered his head, his gaze sharp as he coldly stared at the old man at his feet. His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority: "A mere Blood Moving Realm cultivator, you think you can escape?"
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