Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1144 Fist Shakes the Wolf King, God and Demon Blood Boils

Zhang Yuan fought his way out of the monster horde.

The straight-line distance from his location to the low hill where the Wolf King was located was approximately three thousand feet.

This distance was densely packed with at least tens of thousands of magical beasts.

Zhang Yuan left in about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Where he went, he left a straight path of blood.

On both sides of the blood-soaked path lay countless monster corpses.

Some were killed instantly, while others were left without even a complete body.

The ground of the Blood Road was covered with a thick layer of black blood and bits of flesh, making a sticky sound when stepped on.

He stood at the end of the blood-soaked path, less than a hundred feet away from the Wolf King.

His robes were soaked with black blood, and black blood flowed down the blade of the Autumn Cold Blade, condensing into beads of blood at the tip and dripping onto the ground.

"Your soldiers are no good," Zhang Yuan said.

The Wolf King's golden pupils shrank to a thin line.

It did not speak, but its body slumped slightly.

That was a signal that it was ready to take action itself.

Zhang Yuan planted the Autumn Cold Blade in the ground beside him.

Then he clenched his right fist.

The bones inside his body began to vibrate even more violently.

That is not a resonance of bearing power.

That was the sound of his bones rubbing against each other when he actively activated the "forging bones into weapons" technique.

Beneath his skin, a faint, dark golden light could be seen flowing.

That was the luster that appeared through Chi You's skin after his qi and blood were stimulated to the extreme.

"I told you, your soldiers are no good."

Zhang Yuan raised his head, his eyes calm as still water.

"Come here."

Come here.

Your soldiers are no good, but are you good at it?

What utter contempt!

In this world, how long has it been since a human has dared to face the Wolf King so directly?

"Roar--"

The Wolf King moved.

It took only three steps to cross the hundred-zhang distance.

The first step was to crush a low hill.

The second step was to stomp out a huge pit more than ten feet deep in the ground.

When the third step landed, it was already directly above Zhang Yuan.

A massive wolf claw, accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, slammed down towards Zhang Yuan's head.

The power of that claw strike was enough to smash a mountain into dust!

Zhang Yuan did not dodge.

He lowered himself into a lunge position, his spine resembling a bow stretched to its limit.

The power is transmitted from the soles of the feet through the legs, waist, back, and shoulders, eventually converging in the right fist.

Then, he threw a punch.

"boom--"

The instant their fists and claws clashed, a deafening sound, like metal colliding, resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, spread outwards from the point of impact, causing the ground to crack and rocks to fly wherever it passed.

Low-level magical beasts within a hundred feet were blasted away by the shockwave, crashing into the distant herd and falling in large numbers.

The Wolf King's body slid backward for dozens of feet.

Four giant claws plowed four furrows several feet deep into the ground!

Zhang Yuan stood still, without moving an inch.

His feet had sunk into the ground, and the ground within a radius of more than ten feet around him had collapsed by more than three feet.

He looked at the Wolf King, his gaze calm:

"That's it?"

From beginning to end, Zhang Yuan's expression did not change at all!

At this moment, everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene before them. In this world, there really was someone who could directly defeat the Wolf King in a single blow!

"Just how powerful is the senior's power..." Tuoba Shan murmured to himself as he stood at the back.

The others looked at each other, all clenching their fists.

Zhang Yuan's actions just now were extremely simple.

They can do that too.

As long as they possess Zhang Yuan's power, they too can defeat the Wolf King!

Unbeknownst to them, a strange power was rising within the human ranks.

This cannot be called strength; it should be called faith!

The Wolf King steadied himself, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared in his golden pupils.

Its left forepaw was trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear, but the damage left by the force of that punch that had penetrated its bones.

It looked down at its left forepaw, where a few strands of silver fur had fallen out and were drifting in the wind.

Over the past million years, only a handful of humans have been able to injure it.

It raised its head again and looked at the person covered in blood.

The man had already pulled his feet off the ground, and with the tip of the Autumn Chill Blade stuck in the ground, he pointed it at the ground.

“You’ve finished testing me,” Zhang Yuan said. “Now it’s my turn.”

Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared from the spot.

Even their aura vanished, as if their entire being had been erased from this space.

The Wolf King's pupils suddenly contracted!

It has lived for millions of years and has never seen such a movement technique.

The next instant, Zhang Yuan appeared directly below the chin of the Wolf King.

When he appeared there, he had already completed his power-gathering!

The blade of the Autumn Chill Blade is imbued with an extremely pure sword intent.

When that sword intent was concentrated to its extreme, it even caused the surrounding air to emit a sharp cutting sound.

"Thorn-"

He slashed upwards with his sword.

The Wolf King jerked its head to dodge, but the blade still grazed its jaw.

A deep, bone-revealing cut ran from the wolf king's jaw down to below its left eye.

Silver blood gushed from the wound, dripping onto the ground and corroding it into small, steaming pits.

The Wolf King let out a deafening roar, its massive head swung violently, and a silver-gray demonic energy spewed from its mouth like a destructive beam of light, hurtling towards Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan did not take the hit head-on.

He used the blade of the Autumn Cold Blade as a shield, blocking the impact in front of him, and at the same time, he used the force of the impact to float backward for dozens of feet before landing steadily.

"But if this is all the cards you have left, then you're staying here today."

Zhang Yuan's tone was as if he were commenting on the cooking time of a dish.

He clenched his fist again.

This time, the dark golden blood energy within his body no longer just circulated under his skin.

It began to radiate outwards, forming a faint halo around him.

The Wolf King's golden pupils contracted sharply.

It recognized the essence of that qi and blood.

That wasn't the spiritual power cultivated by human cultivators, nor was it the bloodline power of demonic beasts; it was a more ancient and primal power.

That's the power of blood and qi at the level of gods and demons!

The blood of gods and demons flows in the veins of this human.

The Wolf King remained silent for a long time.

Its wound was still bleeding, the silver blood dripping onto the scorched ground with a hissing sound.

Finally, it slowly lowered its enormous head.

It's not a gesture of submission, but a gesture of withdrawing from the battle.

It spoke, its voice still deep, but without the initial contempt: "You are indeed someone I can't stop. But you must also remember, the one to the north is not me."

"You can stop me, but that doesn't mean you can stop it."

Zhang Yuan withdrew the aura of blood and energy surrounding him, his gaze calm: "Then let it come." (End of Chapter)