126: Chapter 126 Battle against the Black Wind Wolf Clan Demon Lord

"I don't need this, so I'll give it to you."

Han Ming threw the Storage Ring directly to Ji Lingyue.

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Seeing so many resources inside, Ji Lingyue felt a surge of joy.

She did not refuse, as she had no resources left to Cultivate.

She had to improve her strength as quickly as possible.

Besides being able to help the Young Master, she also had a deep, bloody vendetta.

Watching another Storage Ring appear in his Cave Heaven, Han Ming's lips curled up slightly.

Now with so many more resources, it would be enough for him to Cultivate for a long time.

"Let's go!"

He took Ji Lingyue's small hand and soared into the sky.

With this windfall, their flight speed was slightly faster than before.

They traveled westward, moving during the day and entering the Cave Heaven to Cultivate at night.

Two days later, the mountain forest beneath them became increasingly dense, with towering ancient trees blocking out the sun, and the occasional low roar of a beast echoing.

"Young Master, further ahead is the periphery of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge."

Ji Lingyue pointed to the continuous black mountain range ahead, her tone tinged with caution.

"Ten Thousand Demon Ridge is the largest gathering place for the Yao Race in the southeast of the Great Xia Alliance. The periphery is fine, but the core area contains entities at the level of a Demon God, and even human Martial Saints dare not easily venture deep inside."

"Hmm, let's go! A hundred miles ahead should be the Ten Thousand Monster Ridge Pass."

Han Ming nodded. Ten Thousand Demon Ridge was also frequently mentioned in the original work.

It contained countless powerful exotic beasts, as well as many Secret Realms and mineral resources.

Because beast tides attacked nearby human base cities several times a year, the Great Xia Alliance had established a massive pass outside Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

The pass was garrisoned by a large army all year round to prevent beast tides and to search for resources for the Great Xia Alliance within Ten Thousand Demon Ridge.

Besides the military, many people from various factions also came to Ten Thousand Demon Ridge to train, explore, and search for Opportunity.

Gradually, a massive marketplace formed within the Ten Thousand Monster Ridge Pass, where there was an endless stream of people resting and trading.

It was even livelier than an average medium-sized base city, but those who lived here were at least experts of the Martial Master Realm and above.

Ordinary people or those below the Martial Master Realm did not even have the qualifications to enter without being led by an expert.

It wasn't that the Ten Thousand Monster Ridge Pass forbade entry, but rather that they would die on the way before even arriving.

Even Martial Masters and Great Martial Masters would not dare to easily set foot there without an expert leading the team.

One can imagine how dangerous the periphery of Ten Thousand Demon Ridge was.

Han Ming's Divine Sense swept across, and exotic beasts of the fourth and fifth ranks—equivalent to human Great Martial Masters and Martial Ancestors—were everywhere.

"Hehehe... where are you two going?"

Just then, a weird laughter like blades scraping against glass rang out, and instantly five terrifying Auras enveloped Han Ming and Ji Lingyue.

"Oh no, it's the experts from the Silver Moon Fox Clan and the Black Wind Wolf Clan. Young Master, run!"

Feeling these Auras, Ji Lingyue's expression changed drastically, and she shouted anxiously at Han Ming.

Han Ming's expression also became grave.

Two 8-Star Demon Emperors, two 9-Star Demon Emperors, and even a 1-Star Demon Venerate—this was the strongest opponent he had ever encountered.

"Run? Can you even escape?"

Before the words faded, five figures stepped through the air from the depths of the dense forest, instantly surrounding Han Ming and Ji Lingyue.

Leading them was a thin, withered old man draped in a black robe, his eyes a ghostly green, surrounded by pale black demon wind. He was the Black Wind Wolf at the 1-Star Demon Venerate level.

Standing beside him were two Black Wind Wolf Emperors who had not fully transformed; they had wolf heads and human bodies, with menacing fangs.

In the other two directions were two women dressed in silver robes, their faces charming but their eyes cold and sinister—they were the Demon Emperors of the Silver Moon Fox Clan.

"Princess Lingyue, you have made us search for quite a while."

One of the silver-robed women sneered, a flash of jealousy in her eyes.

"You are a noble princess, yet I never expected you to degenerate yourself and sign a master-servant contract with a human. You have truly disgraced our Silver Moon Fox Clan."

Ji Lingyue's face turned pale, her seven fox tails suddenly unfurling, with Silver Fox Fire burning at the tips.

Gritting her teeth, her voice was cold:

"Ji Yinshuang, you were once my mother's trusted aide, yet now you have become a lackey for that traitor Ji Ruxue. The one who has disgraced the Silver Moon Fox Clan is you, not me."

A trace of unease flashed in Ji Yinshuang's eyes, followed immediately by fury:

"You are about to die, yet you still dare to be stubborn!"

She raised her hand and waved it, and her demon power condensed into a giant silver claw, grabbing down at Ji Lingyue's head.

Han Ming snorted coldly, and his Wind and Thunder Sword instantly unsheathed.

Ten layers of Ethereal Sword Intent, wrapped in five layers of Wind and Thunder True Intent, fused into the sword, and with one strike, he slashed the giant silver claw in half.

The remaining force of the Sword Intent did not diminish and went straight for Ji Yinshuang's throat.

Ji Yinshuang's expression changed, and she retreated violently, barely dodging it.

"Hmm?"

The thin, withered old man's ghostly green eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time, he looked at Han Ming properly.

"A human Martial King has actually comprehended Perfection in Sword Intent, and possesses five layers of Wind and Thunder True Intent. Interesting, interesting."

"Heishan, go kill him."

"Yes, Elder Demon Venerate Heiming."

The 9-Star Black Wind Wolf Emperor beside him had already lunged out impatiently.

It revealed its true form, a massive black wolf over eight zhang long, opening its gaping maw. A foul-smelling demon wind condensed in its mouth into a black energy ball, which it blasted toward Han Ming.

Wherever the black ball passed, the air distorted, trees were annihilated, and the momentum was incredibly immense.

"Young Master, be careful!"

Ji Lingyue's expression changed drastically, and she cried out.

Han Ming did not retreat but advanced instead. With a wave of his hand, he instantly activated Ice Essence, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

With Han Ming as the center, the flowers and trees within a radius of several hundred meters were instantly frozen.

At the same time, he no longer hid his Realm; his Aura as a 3-Star Martial Emperor erupted, and his clothes flapped violently under the powerful surge of Qi.

Ice Essence condensed into a hundred-meter giant sword before him, mixed with the Profound Truth that froze everything, tearing through space as it shot toward the black energy ball.

"No, it's actually a Profound Truth? This human brat hid his strength."

Demon Venerate Heiming's expression changed drastically as he sensed Han Ming's suddenly surging strength and the power of the Profound Truth emanating from that icy giant sword, which seemed to freeze everything.

With a wave of his hand, a wind blade formed from the Profound Truth of Wind shot toward the icy giant sword.

But it was a step too late.

The icy giant sword instantly shattered the black energy ball, and in the terrified eyes of the 9-Star Demon Emperor, it instantly pierced through his body.

With a loud "boom," the 9-Star Demon Emperor's frozen corpse shattered, leaving no remains.

"You are courting death!"

Demon Venerate Heiming was completely enraged; Heishan was a Genius in their clan, and he had just died like that.

Killing intent soared in his ghostly green wolf eyes, and the black demon wind around him churned and boiled like a physical substance.

He grabbed the air with his withered fingers, and the Profound Truth of Wind transformed into five claw shadows that tore through space, covering Han Ming's head.

Each claw shadow was dozens of zhang long; where they passed, space distorted, and the ground was plowed into deep gullies by the escaping demon wind.

Han Ming did not retreat.

He shifted his feet, executing Cloud Treading Step to the extreme, his figure weaving between the five claw shadows like a ghost.

At the same time, he activated Ice Essence and the Mysteries of Water simultaneously, the two Profound Truths weaving into a blue and white net, weakening the momentum of the claw shadows layer by layer.

Ethereal Sword Intent condensed on the sword's edge, and with the support of the Profound Truth, the ten layers of Sword Intent transformed into a transparent sword energy, colliding violently with the last claw shadow.

"Boom!"

The sword energy and the claw shadows exploded simultaneously, the shockwave sweeping through the mountain forest, uprooting ancient trees within a radius of a thousand meters.

A look of shock flashed in Demon Venerate Heiming's eyes.

He had used 80% of his power in that claw strike; an ordinary Peak Martial Emperor would die upon contact, yet this young human in front of him was only a 3-Star Martial Emperor, and he had actually taken it head-on.

He no longer held back, his withered hands forming seals, and the Profound Truth of Wind condensed behind him into a phantom of a black wolf, dozens of zhang long.

The phantom roared at the sky, opening its mouth to spew a sky full of black wind blades, which poured down like a rainstorm.

Han Ming's expression was grave.

A full-force strike from a 1-Star Demon Venerate—wasn't the power more than a hundred times stronger than a 9-Star Demon Emperor? It seemed he had underestimated the power of a Martial Venerable before.

He took a deep breath and held the Wind and Thunder Sword horizontally in front of him.

Ice Essence on the left, Mysteries of Water on the right; the two Profound Truths intertwined and rotated on the sword body.

Five layers of Wind and Thunder True Intent condensed into silver-blue electric arcs, and ten layers of Fire True Intent ignited crimson flames on the sword's edge.

The four powers formed a four-colored sword energy on the sword body, and the Sword Intent soared into the sky.

He slashed out with one sword, and the four-colored sword energy collided violently with the sky full of wind blades.

The blinding light made everyone involuntarily squint their eyes. The space at the center of the explosion emitted an unbearable cracking sound, a tiny spatial rift appeared out of thin air, and then instantly healed.

Han Ming flew backward, spraying a mouthful of blood, his chest clothes shattered, his whole body covered in tiny wounds.

But he propped himself up with his sword, half-kneeling in the rubble, still looking up.

Demon Venerate Heiming was not having an easy time either.

His body flew backward for over a hundred meters, his black robe on his chest shattered, and a huge wound ran diagonally from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, deep enough to see the bone.

Ice Essence was still flowing on it; there wasn't a single drop of blood at the wound, which emitted bursts of cold air.

Half of his body was covered in a layer of fine frost, and a trace of dread flashed in his gaze as he looked at Han Ming.