The ground itself split inch by inch, and flames erupted from the earth below, devouring the Demonic Wolves whole. The space thousands of zhang in front of Ye Jingyu became nothing but a raging confluence of fire, lightning, starlight, and earth-shattering super-sonic waves.

In mere moments, over thirty thousand Demonic Wolves were utterly annihilated. The entire earth was stained crimson; such a terrifying strike completely stunned every remaining wolf.

Watching the vast expanse of devastated ground before him, seeing not a single intact wolf corpse, Jiu Feng was utterly dumbfounded. Was this Ye Jingyu's current strength? Tens of thousands of Demonic Wolves, including several beasts at the Eighth Level, possessed not the slightest power to resist him. What realm had his strength attained? This was the power of Ye Jingyu’s full-force strike—a power capable of slaying a master of the Ninth Heaven...

Not only Jiu Feng was shocked; Xuanyuan Jing, Dugu Qian, and the others who were amidst the wolf pack were all silenced by the tremendous roar. While they could not witness the full destruction wrought by the blow, the lightning, the firelight, and the starlight they had seen all testified to the attack's horror. Especially telling was the fact that after that strike, the Demonic Wolves never advanced again. One could only imagine the sheer scale of the damage inflicted upon the pack.

Gui Jianchou’s face turned pale. He knew precisely who had unleashed that attack: the very man who had defeated him in a single move before. To overcome Ye Jingyu, Gui Jianchou had pushed himself to the brink for years, relentlessly cultivating, and his power had continuously ascended. By the time he entered the Demon Realm, he had already reached Martial God Third Heaven, and now he had broken through to Martial God Fourth Heaven. He had once believed this cultivation level sufficient to look down upon his peers, but now he understood that facing that strike would have meant certain death for him. That was a blow only a master of at least the Seventh Heaven could possibly deliver. Had his power already reached the Seventh Heaven?

The thought ignited Gui Jianchou’s fighting spirit once more. He was a genius; he was the hope for the revival of the Rakshasa Sect. He must defeat him—utterly crush him. He had to kill the Demonic Wolf King now; he had to become a Martial Venerable before Ye Jingyu did. With this resolve, Gui Jianchou flicked the Blood Moon Scimitar in his hand, unleashing a dazzling crimson light that sliced through two Demonic Wolves attempting to pounce. His body then dissolved into an afterimage, streaking toward a Demonic Wolf a hundred zhang away—a beast entirely silver-white, yet only the size of an ordinary wolf. They had all realized this silver-white wolf was the leader of the entire pack, the Demonic Wolf King.

As Gui Jianchou accelerated again, Dugu Qian and the others also made their longswords flicker repeatedly, forming sharp nets of sword qi that protected them while simultaneously shredding the approaching Demonic Wolves. They moved with speed not lagging behind Gui Jianchou, racing toward the silver Wolf King.

Only Xuanyuan Jing held back immediately. His handsome eyes gazed toward the distant sky, watching the dissipating remnants of lightning and fire, and he let out a soft sigh. “Ye Jingyu, I never imagined you had advanced to this level. That must be the power of at least the Ninth Heaven realm. It seems I still lag behind you!” The sigh had barely fallen before his figure vanished from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already directly in front of the Demonic Wolf King.

Seeing Xuanyuan Jing materialize from thin air, the Wolf King, which had been waiting for Gui Jianchou and Dugu Qian, suddenly erupted outward. Its entire coat of silver fur shot forth, transforming into thousands of silver needles aimed squarely at Xuanyuan Jing.

Witnessing the Wolf King’s instant, explosive movement, Gui Jianchou, Dugu Qian, and the others gasped in shock. How fast was this Wolf King? Such blinding speed implied strength equivalent to at least a Fifth Grade beast. And when its entire coat shot out, both Gui Jianchou and Dugu Qian were certain that if they had been caught in the path, they would have instantly been riddled like a hornet’s nest. This Wolf King was this powerful? At least a Demon Lord Sixth Grade? How could Xuanyuan Jing possibly survive such an assault? In Gui Jianchou’s estimation, Xuanyuan Jing was at most slightly stronger than himself; he shouldn't be able to evade such dense incoming fire.

But then, something happened that stunned Gui Jianchou and Dugu Qian alike. They saw Xuanyuan Jing’s figure flicker in the empty space. Countless silver needles passed straight through Xuanyuan Jing’s body, yet did not harm him in the slightest—it was as if he had been a mere illusion moments before. Without hesitation, the Fallen Leaf Overwhelming City Sword in Xuanyuan Jing’s hand thrust toward the silver Demonic Wolf King…

A flicker of surprise crossed the eyes of the Demonic Wolf King; it clearly had not anticipated this human could evade its attack. However, it was, after all, a Demon Beast that had reached Demon Lord Sixth Grade. Faced with Xuanyuan Jing’s swift sword thrust, its body convulsed...

With a swoosh, what Xuanyuan Jing had pierced was nothing more than a phantom. The void a hundred zhang away shimmered, and then the body of the Demonic Wolf King appeared there. Meanwhile, the surrounding Demonic Wolves lunged maniacally at Xuanyuan Jing, as if understanding this human was the greatest threat to their King.

Facing dozens of massive Demonic Wolves, each four to five zhang long, Xuanyuan Jing rose into the air, his Fallen Leaf Overwhelming City Sword shooting forth trails of dazzling light…

“Heavenly Annihilation Sword…” Xuanyuan Jing coldly snorted. A colossal sword radiance slashed downward, its powerful sword intent shattering the divine souls of countless Demonic Wolves, while the fierce sword qi utterly cleaved and killed every wolf in front of him…

The Demonic Wolf King tried to flee again, but the instant it materialized elsewhere, Xuanyuan Jing’s body was already before it. The Fallen Leaf Overwhelming City Sword followed the momentum of the move, plunging directly into the Wolf King’s skull. The terrifying sword qi instantly pulverized the internal organs, extinguishing its life force completely…

With a single sword strike, he severed the Demonic Wolf King’s head. Carrying the head in his left hand, Xuanyuan Jing soared toward the heavens…

“Ye Jingyu, I hope the next time we meet, I can truly stand against you in a proper fight…” Xuanyuan Jing’s figure vanished over the grasslands, but his low voice echoed across the entire expanse…

This challenge, almost a declaration made by Xuanyuan Jing, filled Gui Jianchou with resentment. Was he nothing in Xuanyuan Jing’s eyes after all? As for Ye Jingyu, he merely curled his lip in disdain, paying no mind to the declaration whatsoever… What a joke. His current goal was to slay figures like Fang Zhentian; who had the time to play martial contests with a mere shrimp like him?