Chapter 48

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With dozens of red-capped wolves surrounding them, even Chen Zong could not gain an advantage. However, when the number was reduced to ten, the red-capped wolves were dispersed, significantly reducing the pressure on each person. With the disparity in strength, it didn't take long for all the red-capped wolves to be killed.

Among them, Chen Zong alone killed eleven red-capped wolves, the most among the ten. Chen Kaiyue killed five, ranking second.

"Chen Kaiyue, now you know the gap between you and your cousin Chen Zong, right?" Chen Zhong said with a smile.

"Hmph, this is just the beginning," Chen Kaiyue replied with a cold face.

Chen Zong, however, ignored him, swung his sword, and blood droplets flew. He shouted, "Let's go."

Immediately, he led the charge to the left, where there was a mid-grade first-level demonic beast, the Iron Claw Wolf.

"Kill!" Chen Zhong also shouted and immediately followed Chen Zong.

"Who will come with me this way?" Chen Kaiyue, on the other hand, charged to the right, where there was also a mid-grade first-level demonic beast.

Instantly, the original team of ten was split. Chen Zong's group had four people, all from the Earth Courtyard, while Chen Kaiyue's group had six, all from the Heaven Courtyard.

Without hesitation, the Precious Iron Sword glowed brilliantly under the firelight, sharp and blinding. A single sword thrust seemed to pierce through the void, making the Iron Claw Wolf's eyes turn white, with only the sword light flashing.

Since mastering the True Sword Eight Styles to the Subtle Realm and replacing the Fierce Tiger Technique with the True Sword Heaven Supreme Technique, Chen Zong's strength had further increased. He was confident that even if he encountered the Iron-Backed Green Wolf again, he could fully contend with it, let alone a mere mid-grade first-level demonic beast like the Iron Claw Wolf.

In the Subtle Realm, the True Sword Eight Styles not only had greater power, but each sword strike also emitted blinding light, creating a formidable momentum and releasing terrifying sharpness.

As soon as the sword was thrust out, the Iron Claw Wolf had no time to dodge and was immediately pierced through the throat, completely impaled.

The sword was withdrawn, and blood splattered. Chen Zong's figure moved like the wind, and with the unstoppable Slash Sword Style, he charged towards the second Iron Claw Wolf.

Compared to Chen Zong, Chen Zhong and the other three could not instantly kill the Iron Claw Wolf. Given their strength, it was quite difficult for each of them to kill one Iron Claw Wolf.

There were over a dozen Iron Claw Wolves in total. Chen Zhong and the other three each restrained one, while Chen Zong, like a tiger among wolves, unleashed the True Sword Heaven Supreme Technique, spreading a terrifying sharpness that made the entire body feel cold.

Charge Sword Style!

Swift Sword Style!

Explosion Sword Style!

His movements were incredibly agile, always avoiding the Iron Claw Wolf's claws by a hair's breadth and striking from unimaginable angles. Each sword strike hit its mark, killing the Iron Claw Wolf.

In the Subtle Realm, the True Sword Eight Styles had become Chen Zong's own sword technique, more suitable for his body, more at ease, and more effective in exerting force.

His overall strength had increased by at least thirty percent, and with the True Sword Heaven Supreme Technique, his mastery of the sword was even more refined.

Chen Zhong and the other three only saw three blinding sword lights flash before their eyes, momentarily blinded. After three breaths, they regained their vision, but their opponents, the three Iron Claw Wolves, were already lying in pools of blood.

In total, fifteen Iron Claw Wolves were all killed by Chen Zong. In contrast, Chen Zong was unharmed, but his martial uniform had several tears.

"The Subtle Realm is still not pure enough," Chen Zong said to himself, looking down.

After all, he had just broken through, not as profound as the Residual Image Sword Technique. If he could fully master the Subtle Realm of the True Sword Eight Styles after some time, Chen Zong was confident that he could face those dozen Iron Claw Wolves and kill them all without injury or damage to his clothes.

"What terrifying strength!" Chen Zhong and the other three were shocked.

At the same Blood Qi Realm level, Chen Zong's strength far surpassed theirs.

This strength was not inferior even to those at the sixth level of the Blood Qi Realm.

They felt both ashamed and proud, especially Chen Zhong, who was proud because Chen Zong was from the Earth Courtyard, and even more so because Chen Zong was from Xiaohu Town.

On the other side, the elder personally dealt with the Black-Scaled Bear. Among these demonic beasts, the Black-Scaled Bear was the strongest. The elder moved swiftly, circling the massive Black-Scaled Bear, continuously striking with his palms.

The Black-Scaled Bear was incredibly large and strong, with a black-scaled armor that made its defense formidable. Even the Precious Iron Sword found it hard to penetrate, but its speed was not fast enough. Its massive paws, when swung, created terrifying gusts of wind, as if stirring up storms.

Each palm strike carried a force of ten thousand pounds, devastating and earth-shaking.

Even the elder, at a level above the Blood Qi Realm, dared not take a direct hit. If he were hit by the Black-Scaled Bear's paws, he would be injured and spitting blood, even if he didn't die.

The elder's palms continuously struck the Black-Scaled Bear's body, the terrifying force breaking through the scales and causing further damage inside.

The intense pain made the Black-Scaled Bear go berserk, its paws becoming even more violent.

However, in the face of the absolute strength disparity, the Black-Scaled Bear's defeat was only a matter of time.

On the other side, Chen Shaojie, the steward, restrained the Blood-Red Tiger, while Captain Tie San and another ninth-level Blood Qi Realm Iron Guard restrained the Dark-Scaled Python.

As the demonic beasts were killed, blood splattered, and the smell of blood became intense. The mountain wind carried the scent far, attracting more demonic beasts.

The Iron Guards were extremely strong but not invincible. They had to face a number of second-level demonic beasts that far outnumbered them, and they began to suffer injuries.

Soon, the first Iron Guard was torn apart by a demonic beast's claws, blood and organs scattered everywhere.

This was a battle for survival, with no room for luck.

"Die!" The elder, enraged, leaped up and struck with a palm. A faint green light flickered in his palm, containing terrifying power.

The palm strike, as if shattering the air, hit the Black-Scaled Bear's broken scales.

The broken scales caved in, and the palm seemed to penetrate inside, creating a bloody hole.

One palm after another, after three strikes, the mighty Black-Scaled Bear finally fell to one side.

The elder leaped like an eagle, charging towards the Blood-Red Tiger.

At this moment, a deep, rumbling sound echoed, the ground trembling, and countless rocks rolling, making it hard to stand. The demonic beasts seemed to sense something terrifying approaching, trembling uncontrollably.

A terrifying, agitated aura filled the air, making everyone feel oppressed, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down, making it hard to breathe.

The deep, rumbling sound grew stronger and more urgent, and the ground shook more violently.

Under the firelight, a massive black shadow crashed into a tree, flattening it and charging through the grass.

It was three meters tall, and without its tail, it was over five meters long, entirely black, like wearing heavy armor. Its limbs were incredibly strong, like pillars, and its horns on its head were curved like giant knives.

Its eyes were blood-red, cruel and bloodthirsty.

It was a bull!

"Heavy-Armored Savage Bull!" The elder, struck as if by lightning, trembled and shouted in shock, "How could a Heavy-Armored Savage Bull appear here?"

No one could answer the elder's question.

Heavy-Armored Savage Bull!

A third-level demonic beast!

A third-level demonic beast was on the same level as a martial artist above the Blood Qi Realm.

Moo...

A long, earth-shattering roar, and the Heavy-Armored Savage Bull charged straight towards the center of the camp without any hesitation. Even the elder dared not block it.

In its path, houses were instantly shattered, and those who couldn't dodge, whether humans or demonic beasts, were crushed, their bodies torn apart, and limbs scattered.

"Go, go, go!"

"Quick, leave here!"

The elder shouted, knowing that they could no longer hold the camp. They could only leave, and whether they could escape depended on their individual abilities and luck.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

The Iron Guards immediately moved closer, trying to gather, but other demonic beasts attacked again, forcing them to be separated and fight individually.

The miners, who were not martial artists, suffered even more, being trampled and killed.

"Save me..."

"I don't want to die..."

Shouts of terror echoed, piercing and heart-wrenching.

"Go." Chen Zong killed a mid-grade first-level demonic beast with one sword strike and led the charge out of Fulong Mountain, with Chen Zhong and the other three following closely.

But in front of them, several figures flashed, and three Iron-Backed Green Wolves blocked their path.

"Kill!"

Explosion Sword Style!

The Precious Iron Sword broke through the air, like a cannon, striking the Iron-Backed Green Wolf's claws. The Iron-Backed Green Wolf was pushed back, its claws shattered, and Chen Zong was also forced to retreat a few steps.

More and more demonic beasts charged from all sides. Chen Zong swung his sword, cutting a bloody path, not knowing which direction to go, but generally heading towards the direction with the fewest and weakest demonic beasts.

Gradually, Chen Zhong and the other three disappeared, and the surroundings were filled with demonic beasts, their figures overlapping.

Chen Zong did not realize that he was moving deeper into Fulong Mountain.

"Die!"

A sword strike split the night sky, and a mid-grade first-level demonic beast's head was severed, blood spraying like a fountain.

Before he could catch his breath, another demonic beast charged from the other side, fearless and vicious.

Wind Step!

His figure moved like the wind, dodging the demonic beast's attack. Just as it was about to counterattack, a bone-chilling coldness enveloped it. Without hesitation, Chen Zong struck back with his sword.

A venomous snake shot down from a tree like an arrow, but was split in two by the Precious Iron Sword.

Panting heavily, Chen Zong continued to run forward, constantly swinging his sword, the sword light blinding.

He didn't know how far he had run, how many times he had swung his sword, or how many demonic beasts he had killed.

He just felt exhausted, switching from his right hand to his left when his right hand tired, and then back to his right when his left hand tired. Both hands felt numb, as if they had lost sensation.

Tired, very tired, extremely tired.

Chen Zong, however, dared not stop, for he didn't know if stopping would attract more demonic beasts to tear him apart and eat him.

As the eastern sky turned light, a ray of sunlight rose, shining through the forest. Chen Zong, unable to run any further, leaned against a large rock, panting heavily. His Blood Qi and physical strength were completely drained, and he didn't want to move at all.

"I want to lie down and sleep," Chen Zong thought, but he didn't dare. He gritted his teeth and scanned the surroundings. The wind rustled the grass, but no demonic beasts appeared. Chen Zong decided to rest for a moment and recover some strength.

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(End of the chapter)