Chapter 5

At the foot of Qiyun Mountain!

Regardless of Zhou Tianyin's and the Fourth Prince's attitudes, Wang Zhongquan was still worried about the young master.

Others might think that Wang Xiong was familiar with the tiger demon, but Wang Zhongquan knew that the Wang family had no connection with the tiger clan. He didn't know what benefits the young master had promised the tiger demon, but after all, demons were fickle. If there was no danger yesterday, what about today? Would the tiger demon still give the young master face today?

"Miss Zhou, it's noon again. Please, Miss Zhou, help me check if the young master is well!" Wang Zhongquan looked anxiously at Zhou Tianyin.

The Fourth Prince, Zhou Chi, and others also gathered, wanting to know if Wang Xiong had become the tiger demon's meal.

Zhou Tianyin did not refuse and took a step forward.

A gust of wind rose into the sky, just like yesterday, dark clouds gathered, and then a purple heavenly eye instantly shone upon the sandstorm-covered Divine Tomb Mountains.

"Buzz!"

A huge image appeared before everyone.

In the Tianlang Valley, Wang Xiong and his group had already left.

The heavenly eye quickly enlarged the search area, and suddenly, a large expanse of mountains and lakes appeared in the image. Everyone squinted and carefully searched.

"There, five hundred blue wolves, that's right, it's there!" Zhou Chi's eyes widened as he was the first to spot the lake.

After all, five hundred blue wolves were a large target and were quickly found.

The heavenly eye focused on the entrance of the large lake, and the image instantly became clear and magnified.

In an instant, Wang Zhongquan's face turned pale with shock.

Because, in the image, the tiger demon and the pack of wolves all had fierce expressions, staring at the standing Wang Xiong.

The tiger demon seemed to give a command, and the pack of wolves immediately pounced on Wang Xiong.

"Over, over, did Wang Xiong offend them? The pack of wolves and the tiger demon are after his life?" Zhou Chi exclaimed in surprise.

"Miss Zhou, save me, save my young master, please save my young master!" Wang Zhongquan knelt down in fear.

The Fourth Prince, however, showed a look of unexpected amusement.

Wang Xiong was surely dead today.

Zhou Tianyin, however, stared at the image and said, "That Wang Xiong seems too calm, doesn't he?"

"What's the use of being calm? Sister, look, the wolf king is leading the pack of wolves to pounce, Wang Xiong is dead...!" Zhou Chi's eyes suddenly widened into circles before he could finish his sentence.

In the image, Wang Xiong suddenly flicked the hair tie in his hand, which turned into a long whip.

The long whip flicked out, like a snake shooting out.

"Snap!"

The wolf king at the front was instantly struck in the face, his skin torn open, and he was whipped into the lake.

Not only that, the long whip was extremely long and had nine twists in the air, each twist corresponding to a different trajectory. It then skillfully lashed onto eleven blue wolves.

"Snap, snap, snap, snap...!"

Including the wolf king, twelve blue wolves were almost simultaneously hit by the whip, their skin torn open, and they fell into the lake.

"This whip technique, is it invincible? Nine twists and twelve wolves with one whip?" Zhou Chi's eyes widened in shock.

Not just Zhou Chi, the Fourth Prince, Wang Zhongquan, and Zhou Tianyin were all stunned.

Whip technique?

Wang Xiong's whip technique was indeed terrifying. The most basic whip technique was straightforward, one whip was one whip. However, as the whip technique improved, the strength of the hand could make the whip twist, and each twist gave the whip different power. One twist was like two whips striking from different directions. Two twists were equivalent to the power of three whips.

Each additional twist doubled the power of the whip.

The more twists, the harder it was to control. But now, Wang Xiong had nine twists in one go.

Nine twists.

Although there were few whip users in the Great Qin, there were still some, but Zhou Chi and others had never seen anyone use a nine-twist whip technique.

Right before their eyes, Wang Xiong had done it.

The long whip in his hands was alive.

A snake? No, a swarm of snakes rushing towards the wolf pack.

Snap, snap, snap, snap!

Although they couldn't hear the sound of the whip, seeing the blue wolves being whipped and flying with their skin torn open, everyone felt a pain in their bodies.

Whip technique was different from swords and knives. It didn't cause as much damage as a sword or knife, but it was incredibly painful!

Many times, a single whip strike could make someone convulse and unable to move for a long time, that was the power of pain.

In the image, Wang Xiong was the one wielding the whip.

Jumping ashore, Wang Xiong wielded the whip and lashed out wildly. The blue wolves couldn't get close, and under the whip technique, the area around Wang Xiong was impenetrable, and he fought his way to the tiger demon's territory.

Along the way, the pack of wolves was whipped until they were covered in blood and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

It was too painful, causing their bodies to tremble.

What about five hundred blue wolves? They were like ants in front of Wang Xiong.

The people outside were already dumbfounded.

Zhou Tianyin looked at Zhou Chi again, seemingly angry at Zhou Chi for deliberately tarnishing Wang Xiong's reputation, but Zhou Chi himself didn't know.

"Wang Zhongquan, when did that weakling Wang Xiong become so good with the whip? How come I didn't know?" Zhou Chi looked at Wang Zhongquan in disbelief.

Wang Zhongquan's heart was in turmoil. He didn't understand either. The young master, who was usually slow-witted and couldn't even use simple weapons like swords and knives, could use such a complex weapon as a long whip so terrifyingly?

Wang Zhongquan didn't respond to Zhou Chi's question, only staring intently at the image.

"This long whip, is it a magical treasure transformed from that hair tie? It's quite good, but it can't even kill a blue wolf. It seems the power of this magical treasure isn't much. Striking the pack of wolves is one thing, but the tiger demon is at the Martial Ancestor realm. Even if it can't penetrate its skin, the tiger demon's surface aura is far beyond this whip. What a waste of such a whip technique!" The Fourth Prince shook his head and sighed.

Although the Fourth Prince expressed regret for Wang Xiong, his eyes flashed with a keen light, waiting for the tiger demon to deliver the fatal blow.

Zhou Tianyin, however, gathered a bit of strength, seemingly ready to use the power of the heavenly eye to help Wang Xiong.

In the image, Wang Xiong faced the tiger demon, Jüeque, without fear.

"Roar!"

Jüeque roared angrily, sand and stones flying around, showing his fury.

The pack of wolves had been defeated by Wang Xiong's single whip, and Wang Xiong was charging straight at him, as if he were no match for him.

How could this be? Even if the whip technique is strong, the power is just so much.

The power of the Sea of Qi realm, wanting to compare with the Martial Ancestor realm?

A difference of one major realm was not something a long whip could bridge.

Clouds follow dragons, winds follow tigers!

The tiger clan had a natural instinct to control the wind.

Jüeque roared loudly, and countless auras instantly emerged around him. The auras quickly condensed into wind blades in the air, like a hundred long knives, slashing towards Wang Xiong. At the same time, he pounced, his claws carrying a tearing force, aiming to tear Wang Xiong to pieces instantly.

But, did Wang Xiong not recognize wind blades?

In his past life, Wang Xiong was also a tiger demon, and much stronger than Jüeque. These wind blades were all within his sight.

Although Wang Xiong's cultivation was weak, and his movements were slow and unimpressive in front of a Martial Ancestor, the long whip was not a sword or a knife. The trajectory of a sword or knife could be instantly captured by Jüeque.

But how could the trajectory of a long whip be captured? With nine twists, it turned nine times in the air, and the power of the whip head was unpredictable, all within Wang Xiong's prediction.

In other words, the direction of the whip strike was already set before the whip was swung, and Jüeque couldn't see the direction of the strike.

Prediction? This was the most important essence of the whip technique. For others, predicting the attack of a Martial Ancestor was a dream, but with Wang Xiong's eyesight, predicting Jüeque's movements was still a dream?

Although Jüeque was faster than Wang Xiong, the moment he moved, Wang Xiong had already grasped it completely.

"Roar!"

As the wind blades rushed towards Wang Xiong, the long whip also lashed out at Jüeque.

"Such a slow long whip, what can it do? This long whip will be torn to pieces with you!" Jüeque laughed loudly.

The wind blades quickly slashed, but strangely, the long whip, with its twists and turns, avoided all the wind blades, inserting itself into the gaps between the wind blades. The whip head, with its strange trajectory and speed, instantly appeared in front of Jüeque's face.

"What?" Jüeque's eyes widened.

"Snap!"

A whip struck Jüeque's nose hard.

The nose? The weakest part of Jüeque's body. Even if the power of the whip could only harm the Sea of Qi realm, the weak nose couldn't withstand it.

The pain instantly shot to his brain, and Jüeque felt tears streaming down his face.

"Ah~~~~~~~~!"

With a painful cry, his aura dissipated instantly, and the hundred wind blades lost Jüeque's control, dispersing into the wind.

Pain! Unbearable pain! Jüeque felt that even his past severe injuries in battle were not as painful as this, tears streaming, his head throbbing.

But, Wang Xiong's long whip had no intention of stopping. He lashed out fiercely.

"Snap!" "Snap!"

"Ah~~~~~~~~!"

Jüeque's eyes were instantly swollen, tears streaming, now swollen shut.

The nose was a weak point, and the eyes were even weaker. Jüeque retreated in pain.

"Want to run? Hmph!"

Wang Xiong's long whip danced again, striking Jüeque's face. No matter which direction Jüeque ran, the long whip could strike from that direction.

"Roar, bastard, have the guts not to hit my face!" Jüeque cried in anger.

"Not hitting your face, then I won't hit your face!" Wang Xiong said coldly.

"Snap!"

A whip struck the tiger's claw, almost tearing off the claw's nails.

"Ah!" Jüeque cried out in pain again.

"Snap!"

A whip struck the tiger's belly, a very soft and tender part.

"Ah!"

"Snap! Snap! Snap! ...!"

A whip struck the tiger's leg armpit, a soft and tender part.

A whip struck the gap between the tiger's spine joints.

A whip struck the tiger's ear canal.

A whip struck the tiger's nerve.

A whip struck the tiger's groin.

One whip after another, each more painful than the last.

Jüeque thought only his face had weak points, but under the long whip, his entire body seemed to be full of weak points, each strike causing bone-chilling pain.

His entire body was full of weak points in front of Wang Xiong.

Who could understand the weak points of a tiger better than Wang Xiong? If not for Jüeque's usefulness, it wouldn't be just pain now.

"Ah! It hurts!"

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, spare my life, spare my life!"

"Don't hit me, ah, it hurts, don't hit me, I'll be childless, sir, sir, don't hit me!"

"Grandpa, don't hit me, ah, it hurts, it hurts! I won't dare, I won't dare!"

"I won't dare!"

"I'll be childless!"

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Jüeque rolled on the ground, begging for mercy, his cries of pain making the surrounding pack of wolves shudder in fear, looking at Wang Xiong in shock.

The long whip in his hands seemed to be the source of the greatest pain. That was a tiger demon at the Martial Ancestor realm. Being whipped to roll on the ground, crying and wailing, was unbearable.

The pack of wolves that had climbed out of the lake, in addition to the pain, were also filled with fear. Had they been seeking death earlier?

Especially the wolf king, who now looked at Wang Xiong with only shock.

A few wolves tried to sneak up on Wang Xiong from behind, but the long whip, as if it had eyes, instantly taught them a lesson. If they dared to take a step, they would never forget the whip.

Outside.

The Fourth Prince, Wang Zhongquan, Zhou Tianyin, and Zhou Chi were all dumbfounded.

They thought Wang Xiong's ability to whip the pack of wolves was already the limit, and he would surely die in front of the tiger demon. But in the image, Wang Xiong was like a demon, whipping the tiger demon to roll on the ground, crying and wailing, which was hard to accept.

Wang Xiong was slaughtering all around?

Although they couldn't hear the sounds, every time the whip struck, their muscles involuntarily twitched, and a "snap!" echoed in their minds.

"Is that tiger demon really at the Martial Ancestor realm?" The Fourth Prince's face was grim.

"I might have seen a fake tiger!" Zhou Chi's eyes were wide, unable to accept this reality.