"Awooo~~" The Wolf King's howl ripped through the air again, and a tide of wild wolves immediately swarmed towards Teng Qingshan, clearly determined to prevent him from getting close enough to threaten their sovereign.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

A murderous intent surged within Teng Qingshan as he spun his spear, unleashing a flurry that resembled thousands of arrows shooting forth.

"Hiss!" "Thwack!"...

Wolf after wolf was pierced through, their bodies impaled. Teng Qingshan's gaze was sharp, as if he had returned to the days when he single-handedly fought his way back into the Red Organization. Yet, in his mind, the image of his three clansmen dying moments earlier flashed back: "It's all my fault for trying to hide my strength, refusing to reveal it unless absolutely forced. In this short time, even Uncle Bo and the others are dead!"

His previous life held too great an influence over Teng Qingshan.

Moving through the darkness, he instinctively kept his power concealed, but now, he regretted it bitterly.

"All of you, perish!"

The spear danced like a coiling dragon, enveloping him completely. Teng Qingshan, holding the spear, transformed into a giant porcupine; every wolf daring to charge him was either killed or flung away. The spear, in his hands, seemed to possess a life of its own.

Spear Technique—Primal Unity of Chaos!

The first step in Teng Qingshan's spear training had been to devote all his time and energy to evolving his 'Horizontal Fist' into the defensive spear style, ‘Primal Unity of Chaos.’ Only then, as the second step, had he developed the offensive ‘Shadow Follows’ spear technique.

"Hiss!" "Hiss!" "Hiss!"...

Teng Qingshan pressed forward relentlessly; the wolves that crazily lunged at him were utterly incapable of halting his advance.

He moved forward, leaving behind only a carpet of wolf corpses.

...

"Qingshan's spear work." Teng Yonglei’s eyes instantly lit up.

"Hold on everyone, just a little longer!" Teng Yonglei roared, but the frenzied wolves showed no mercy. Just as Teng Qinghu skewered one wolf, two others sprang from either side towards him, clearly recognizing him as a significant threat.

Teng Qinghu’s expression shifted. He barely managed to knock the right-flanking wolf away with his spear shaft, but he couldn't react in time to the one on the left.

"Qinghu!" Teng Yonglei’s face changed color. He lunged towards Teng Qinghu, thrusting and lifting his spear, immediately flicking the attacking wolf away. However, no matter how skilled Teng Yonglei was, he was significantly inferior to Teng Qingshan. In this situation of being swarmed, aiding someone meant putting himself in immediate danger.

"Roar~~" Three wolves lunged at Teng Yonglei.

"Get back!" Teng Yonglei kicked one away, retracted his spear for defense, but he was still a fraction too slow.

His spear shaft knocked aside a wolf on the right, but the one on the left sank its teeth directly into his left arm with a sickening crack. Teng Yonglei’s left arm snapped, blood spattering onto the face of the nearby Teng Qinghu.

Teng Qinghu froze, then cried out shrilly, "Uncle!"

"Everyone, contract your circle! Hold fast!" Though his arm was severed, Teng Yonglei leaned on his right arm, single-handedly keeping his grip on his spear, and dispatched the wolf that had bitten him. He barked orders, sweat beading on his forehead from the agony, yet he steadfastly maintained his position. Every member of the Teng Family Village fought the enemy with grief-stricken fury.

"Qingshan’s spear technique is superb; he will surely kill the Wolf King. Everyone, persevere," Teng Yonglei urged.

The clansmen gritted their teeth and held on, but deep down, both they and Teng Yonglei harbored a worry—could Qingshan truly slay the Wolf King?

"Awww~~~" An angry howl echoed from the distance.

Instantly, the ferocious assault on the clansmen paused. All the wolves abruptly turned and bolted toward the direction of the Wolf King.

"It's Qingshan," Teng Yonglei murmured anxiously.

"Uncle, treat your wound," Teng Qinghu cried, tears welling up in his eyes.

Teng Yonglei quickly tore a strip of cloth and bound his severed arm to staunch the bleeding.

...

Upon a massive boulder stood a gigantic wolf, entirely snow-white, towering nearly two meters tall. By sheer volume alone, this White Wolf surpassed any fierce tiger. Guarding it were four massive wolves, noticeably larger than the common strays—the Alpha Wolves, protecting their King.

Not far away, Teng Qingshan advanced ceaselessly, tossing aside the corpses of the wolves that had surrounded him.

"Awoo~~" The Wolf King howled once more.

The four Alpha Wolves leaped simultaneously, closing in on Teng Qingshan with terrifying speed.

"Hmph, beasts!" Teng Qingshan’s eyes blazed with killing intent. He showed no mercy with his spear; the four Alpha Wolves moved with cunning, darting through the pack to strike, their claws sometimes raking towards Teng Qingshan’s weapon to throw him off balance.

"Die, all of you!"

Teng Qingshan channeled his internal Neijin from his hands through the spear shaft, causing the weapon's speed to suddenly spike.

"Thwack!" "Thwack!"

With two swift strikes, the skulls of two Alpha Wolves were pierced, killing them instantly! In terms of sheer Neijin strength, the four-year-old Teng Qingshan already possessed more than he did at his peak in his previous life. Now, his Neijin surged powerfully, and the six-plus years of internal martial arts training had thoroughly cleared the meridians in his hands, legs, and back.

The remaining two Alpha Wolves seemed startled. Teng Qingshan sneered and strode forward, his spear striking like a venomous snake darting from its hole.

"Thwack!" "Thwack!"

He harvested the lives of the final two Alpha Wolves. Such beasts were nothing to Teng Qingshan, who had already achieved the realm of 'Man and Spear as One.'

"Awoo~~" The Wolf King roared in fury and leaped directly from the boulder toward Teng Qingshan, covering over ten meters in a single bound.

"So fast." Teng Qingshan’s heart tightened.

He spun his spear, aiming for the Wolf King's head. The beast ducked low with incredible agility, easily evading the thrust, and instantly closed the distance. Teng Qingshan reeled his right hand back, drawing the spear in for a swift counter-thrust.

"Crack!" The Wolf King's formidable claws slammed onto the spear shaft, as if trying to shatter it.

The shaft, already suffused with channeled Neijin, suddenly experienced an explosive surge of power!

The Wolf King rapidly retreated.

"Kaka~~" Teng Qingshan's spear shaft emitted a strange noise. Having trained to the level of 'Man and Spear as One,' he instantly understood the issue: "Not good. This Wolf King's strike must possess thousands of jin of brute force. Even with my Neijin filling the shaft, this Qingnan wood spear cannot bear it; there are already cracks inside."

The Wolf King roared again and sprang toward Teng Qingshan, its menacing, ethereal-green eyes fixed upon him.

The spear shaft rotated, and the tip shot forward like lightning, aimed straight for the Wolf King’s eyes.

"Smack!" A lightning-fast claw struck the spear shaft again.

The already internally fractured shaft Panged, breaking into two pieces. The Wolf King immediately retreated at high speed, howling as it commanded the mass of wild wolves to swarm Teng Qingshan. Now disarmed, he was supposedly just two fists against four hands; how could he withstand a pack attack?

"Slap!" "Slap!"...

Teng Qingshan’s palms struck the heads of five attacking wolves in succession. Every wolf hit fell limp, dead on the spot.

By this point, Teng Qingshan no longer held back his Neijin.

"Whoosh!" A cold glint flashed by.

The Wolf King dodged instantly, and a thrown dagger lodged itself in its back. The King immediately tried to flee.

"This Wolf King is truly fast. Good thing my leg meridians were cleared long ago." With a thought, Teng Qingshan activated the Tianya Xing technique in this world for the first time. In an instant, his entire form dissolved into a plume of green smoke, shooting out of the wolf encirclement and instantly catching up to the fleeing King.

The Wolf King turned in terror, roaring fiercely, attempting to bite.

"Die!" Teng Qingshan growled, his right fist carrying boundless power and surging Neijin, exploding outward.

Cannon Fist!

"Pong!"

The potent Neijin shattered the Wolf King’s claws. The punch slammed into its chest and abdomen, sending the King flying backward before it crashed heavily to the ground. The Wolf King convulsed, drooling blood, seemingly trying to struggle, but within moments, its life force vanished, and it lay utterly still.

"Awoo~~" Only a few dozen wolves remained. Seeing their King killed so easily, they let out low growls and scattered in all directions, vanishing into the forest.

At that moment, chaotic footsteps sounded from the distance as Teng Yonglei and the others rushed over. But when they saw the ground strewn with wolf corpses, the broken Qingnan spear, they were utterly stunned. Especially upon seeing the massive corpses of the four Alpha Wolves, they drew a collective, sharp breath.

Every one of those Alpha Wolves had been terrifying on its own, yet all four had been slain.

This reality spoke volumes of the brutality of the preceding fight.

"Qingshan." The gathered clansmen saw Teng Qingshan standing in the distance.

They also saw the body of the Wolf King, larger than a tiger, lying on the ground, a flying dagger still embedded in its back.

"Uncle." Teng Qingshan turned, but his expression immediately contorted. He stared fixedly at Teng Yonglei's mangled left arm, and his mind went completely blank. Among the elders of the clan, his maternal grandfather, Teng Yonglei, and Teng Yongxiang were among the few closest to him.

Teng Qingshan had a peculiar personality. Due to his past life traversing the darkness, he rarely truly accepted anyone.

But once accepted, he treated them as his own flesh and blood.

Like the death of his wife, which drove him to rage and a direct assault on the Red Organization headquarters; for the sake of his younger brother, he risked his own life. And now, his uncle's arm was broken.

"Qingshan, don't be sad." A faint smile touched Teng Yonglei’s pale face.

"It's all because of me." Tears pricked Teng Qinghu’s eyes. "If Uncle hadn't tried to save me, his arm wouldn't have been bitten off."

"Qinghu, even if I die, you must live," Teng Yonglei stated.

Teng Qinghu paused. "The world is chaotic, bandits run rampant. For our entire clan to live well, the stronger must survive. Qinghu, you are only fifteen and already possess the strength of a thousand jin. Now, you only lack spear technique and experience." Teng Yonglei said, and Teng Qinghu nodded, trembling.

His strength was immense, but his spear skills were far inferior to Teng Yonglei’s.

"I am alright; it’s only a severed arm. Qiangzi, Lao Lian... they are all dead." Teng Yonglei’s eyes grew slightly red.

He then looked at Teng Qingshan: "But today, I am very happy, truly happy! Qingshan, you killed four Alpha Wolves, one Wolf King, and over a hundred wild wolves by yourself! You can now truly be called the foremost hero of Teng Family Village!" Only now did Teng Yonglei fully grasp the extent of Teng Qingshan’s might.

To kill over a hundred wild wolves, four Alpha Wolves, and one Wolf King single-handedly—what a terrifying figure he was!

The surviving clansmen around him looked at Teng Qingshan with shining eyes.

If the Teng Family Village possessed such a hero, who would dare insult them in the future?

"Carry the corpses of the four Alpha Wolves and the Wolf King. We are going home!" Teng Yonglei commanded.

"Yes, home." Many clansmen’s eyes grew misty with emotion.