“Ah Yu…” Jiufeng breathed the name involuntarily, and for that single moment, every pain, every burden she carried seemed to vanish, leaving only the sweetest bliss. When any woman is in despair, her deepest wish is for the man she loves to appear; and when that man truly arrives, having endured such hopelessness, she will cherish him with reckless devotion.

This was especially true for the enchanting Jiufeng, who loved Ye Jingyu so profoundly. Hearing Jiufeng’s voice, a faint smile touched Ye Jingyu’s lips—a smile of relief, knowing she had finally been spared disaster.

Just then, a demonic wolf, at least at the peak of the First-Rank Demon Lord realm, burst forth from the pack, lunging towards Jiufeng with speed imperceptible to the naked eye. Its single horn shot out a black light the size of a fist, reaching Jiufeng almost instantaneously… “Get lost…” A chilling command issued from Ye Jingyu’s mouth as his body traversed the distance to Jiufeng in a single stride.

He raised a hand to block the black light, then swiftly flipped his wrist. Bringing the Heavenly Venerate Blade down with force, a flash of blade energy sliced the immense demonic wolf—fully four Zhang long—clean in half.

A deluge of bright blood sprayed out, along with multi-colored organs that splattered everywhere… Yet, Jiufeng was utterly oblivious to the carnage. Her brown eyes were fixed entirely upon Ye Jingyu.

His commanding bearing, his skill, his sheer power… In that instant, Ye Jingyu was nothing short of a deity. Never mind that Jiufeng already loved him deeply; even a woman who had never met him would be utterly stunned by his might.

With one arm securing Jiufeng’s slender waist and the other gripping the Heavenly Venerate Blade, he carved a path directly back the way they had come… The seven-colored blade light illuminated the entire sky, and the sharp sword aura relentlessly tore the bodies of the demonic wolves apart. One by one, they were slain, their crimson blood staining the entire Panbras Prairie red.

Faced with Ye Jingyu’s overwhelming force, the fearless demonic wolves began to feel apprehension, no longer charging forward with suicidal abandon as they had moments before. Yingzhao, who had been near death, sensed a chance at survival—or perhaps, spurred by Jiufeng’s presence—slowly pushed itself up and followed behind Ye Jingyu as they moved toward the outside… Ye Jingyu’s blade radiance enveloped everything within several zhang around him.

Even the black light bolts shot by the demonic wolves were completely deflected. He moved like a demon god, holding Jiufeng, stepping through the corpses of the fallen wolves as he walked them out, step by deliberate step… “Ah Yu, Xuanyuan Jing and the others have tracked the Demon Wolf King.

Aren’t you going to slay the Demon Wolf King? Whoever kills the Demon Wolf King can obtain the spiritual medicine to achieve the Martial Venerable realm.

You…” Seeing that Ye Jingyu had no intention of hunting the Demon Wolf King, seemingly having come only to rescue her, a wave of sweetness washed over Jiufeng. However, she truly did not want him to miss the opportunity to become a Martial Venerable, so she reminded him, but her words were cut short by Ye Jingyu.

“My Master lost the woman he loved most in his pursuit of the Martial Venerable title. He regretted it for his entire life.

I do not wish to live with that regret…” Ye Jingyu said, his expression solemn. At this point, Jiufeng’s eyes were already swimming with tears.

What profoundly moving words; was this his declaration of love? Was he revealing the depths of his heart to her?

Gazing at Ye Jingyu’s grave countenance, Jiufeng became, for a moment, completely lost in reverence… “Besides,” Ye Jingyu changed his tone, his voice filled with domineering authority, “if I, Ye Jingyu, need to achieve the Venerable realm, do I require some mere elixir?” As he spoke, the Heavenly Venerate Blade swept out again, its blinding light instantly claiming the lives of another hundred demonic wolves. Feeling Ye Jingyu’s unparalleled dominance, Jiufeng was utterly intoxicated.

She stopped paying any mind to the frenzied wolves, instead pressing her body tightly against his. She was his woman, and had been since long, long ago.

With him here, she needed to do nothing, nothing at all; she only needed to quietly remain by his side… One slash, two slashes, three slashes… Ten heads, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand… The number of demonic wolves that perished by Ye Jingyu’s hand was countless. The entire prairie was stained with blood and choked with shredded remains.

Because the wolf horde was so vast, covering such a wide area, Ye Jingyu had lost contact with Liang Xiaoke and the others. He continued forward with Jiufeng, one step at a time, with the heavily wounded Yingzhao following behind them.

His arm ached from the incessant cutting; his forehead was slick with sweat; the Primordial Energy within his body was nearly depleted, yet his eyes remained fixed in resolute determination. At this point, at least over ten thousand demonic wolves had converged.

It could be said that Ye Jingyu alone had drawn the attention of nearly a third of the entire pack. Facing the dense, impenetrable sea of wolves, and with no idea where Liang Xiaoke and the others might be, a faint smile touched the corners of Ye Jingyu’s lips.

“Jiufeng, are you afraid to die?” Setting Jiufeng gently on the ground and looking out at the endless tide of wolves, Ye Jingyu suddenly asked with a laugh. “As long as I am by your side, I fear nothing!” Jiufeng stated firmly, looking at the smile on his face and the exhaustion etched into his features.

“Actually, I fear death. I fear that after death, I won’t be able to see any of you again…” “Hm?” Jiufeng paused, another wave of emotion stirring in her heart… “So, we won’t die.

You step back a little, cover your ears, and watch how I annihilate these beasts!” Ye Jingyu continued with a slight smile, raising a hand to gently stroke Jiufeng’s smooth cheek. Jiufeng nodded obediently, standing beside Yingzhao, and covered her ears exactly as Ye Jingyu had instructed… As for Ye Jingyu, he fixed his gaze upon the viciously gleaming demonic wolves, then suddenly took a step forward, driving a single punch directly into his own chest… “Netherworld Raging Roar…” “Ahhh…” The moment his fist connected with his breastbone, his mouth snapped open.

In an instant, an overwhelmingly powerful sonic wave erupted from his throat, the sheer magnitude of the sound shaking the heavens and earth… Cracks materialized in the ground and tore through the void. The heads of the foremost demonic wolves instantly exploded, followed by their bodies… Vaguely, countless bolts of lightning, stellar radiance, and fire surged forth from the shattered space, coalescing into enormous fiery nets that swooped down upon the countless wolves… “Owoo-ooo-ooo…” Amidst the deafening sonic pulse, any demonic wolf whose skull had miraculously survived being shattered was incinerated by the illumination of this myriad of lightning, flames, and starlight before it could even flee, its body ripped to shreds…