110: Chapter 110 The Swift Shadow Wolf Appears

Ye Yun enjoyed the peace and quiet, focusing on searching for traces of the Swift Shadow Demon Wolf.

Before long, a low beastly roar echoed from ahead.

A sturdy Azure-Patterned Leopard lunged out from the thicket.

Its body radiated the aura of the third-grade Early Stage as it pounced toward the two, baring its teeth.

Zhao Hu's expression changed, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Ye Yun, however, had already moved to meet it. The burning snow sword unsheathed, and a fiery-red sword light flashed past.

As the sword light faded, the Azure-Patterned Leopard already lay in a pool of blood.

A sword mark had pierced through its skull from the forehead; it was as dead as could be.

The entire process took less than a breath.

Zhao Hu's eyes widened, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

He knew Ye Yun was strong, but seeing a third-grade Yao Beast killed in a single strike with his own eyes still left him deeply shaken.

Ye Yun sheathed his sword, leaned down to cut off the Azure-Patterned Leopard's ears and other valuable items, then casually tossed them to Zhao Hu.

"Take them."

Zhao Hu caught them in a scramble, momentarily stunned.

"Brother Ye Yun, this... you killed this, it should belong to you."

Ye Yun waved his hand.

"I came this time to help you complete your mission. These things all belong to you. Don't dawdle, keep searching."

Zhao Hu's eyes welled up with warmth. He wanted to say something, but seeing Ye Yun already walking ahead, he hurriedly followed.

Over the next half-day, the two encountered several more Yao Beasts.

There was a third-grade Early Stage Iron-Backed Bear and a third-grade Middle Stage Flame Python.

Each one seemed extremely difficult to deal with to Zhao Hu, yet under Ye Yun's hand, they became corpses in ten moves at most.

Ye Yun stuffed all the Yao Beast Materials into Zhao Hu's hands, taking not a single cent for himself.

Zhao Hu's Storage Pouch gradually bulged, and his eyes grew increasingly red.

"Brother Ye Yun..."

Zhao Hu finally couldn't help but speak, his voice somewhat choked.

"You're too good to me. These Yao Beast Materials can be exchanged for many contribution points back at the Sect. If you give them all to me, what about you?"

Ye Yun glanced at him and said indifferently.

"We are brothers, why say such things? Besides, these Yao Beasts are nothing to me. If you want them, take them."

Zhao Hu nodded vigorously, etching this friendship deep into his heart.

...

Meanwhile, in another part of the dense forest on the outskirts of the Fengyun Mountains, a pursuit was taking place.

A slender figure stumbled through the thicket, her skirt torn by thorns, revealing her snowy-white calves.

It was a young girl of sixteen or seventeen, with exquisite features and skin as white as snow.

Her almond-shaped eyes were currently filled with terror and despair.

She was wearing the attire of a Luoxue Sect Inner Sect Disciple.

But now her clothes were disheveled and torn in many places, exposing large patches of fair skin.

The fabric at her shoulder was ripped open, and several bloody scratches marked the smooth skin below her collarbone.

Behind her, five or six figures were in hot pursuit.

The leader was a bald man with a face full of rough flesh, a Great Martial Master of the seventh layer, his face filled with lewdness and greed.

"Little lady, stop running!"

The bald man shouted with a sinister grin.

"Hand over the Dragon Blood Grass and let us brothers have some fun, and maybe we'll spare your life!"

"Exactly, so what if you're a Disciple of the Luoxue Sect? Once we kill you and toss you into the mountains, who will know it was us?"

Another thin man with a monkey-like face chimed in.

His eyes wandered unscrupulously over the girl's exposed skin, and he was nearly drooling.

The girl's face was deathly pale. She gritted her teeth and ran desperately, but her injuries were too severe, and her speed was slowing down.

She glanced back; the pursuers were getting closer, and a sense of endless despair welled up in her heart.

"I am an Inner Sect Disciple of the Luoxue Sect! If you dare touch me, the Sect will not let you get away with it!"

She screamed hoarsely, trying to use the Sect's reputation to scare them off.

The bald man burst into laughter.

"Luoxue Sect? Once we kill you and destroy all evidence, even if the Luoxue Sect has heaven-defying abilities, they won't be able to trace it back to us!"

The thin man licked his lips and smiled lewdly.

"Big brother, this little lady is truly pretty, her skin is as white as snow. It would be a waste if she died. It won't be too late to kill her after we've had our fill of fun."

The others broke into lewd laughter upon hearing this.

Su Yao felt a chill run through her entire body, and tears burst from her eyes.

She ran desperately, but her foot tripped over a tree root, and she fell to the ground, her knees and palms scraped open, blood seeping out.

She struggled to crawl up, only to find her legs were too weak to exert any strength.

It's over.

She closed her eyes, tears sliding down, her heart filled with resentment and despair.

The pursuers drew nearer, their sinister laughter right at her ears.

...

On the other side, Ye Yun and Zhao Hu finally discovered the target of their trip behind a thicket—the Swift Shadow Demon Wolf.

It was a silver-gray demon wolf, twice the size of an ordinary wolf.

Its limbs were long and slender, its muscle lines smooth, and its emerald-green eyes flickered with cunning and ferocity.

It was lying on a green rock resting, its body radiating the aura of the third-grade Middle Stage.

Its sharp claws were deeply embedded in the rock surface.

Zhao Hu's eyes lit up, and he lowered his voice.

"That's it! The Swift Shadow Demon Wolf. Its speed is incredibly fast, third-grade Middle Stage. I happen to need its Yao Core to complete my mission."

Ye Yun nodded, his gaze falling on the demon wolf as he spoke indifferently.

"Do you want to test your skills?"

Zhao Hu hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded.

"I want to try! Brother Ye Yun, back me up. If I can't hold on, then you step in."

Ye Yun glanced at him and did not refuse.

"Go ahead, be careful."

Zhao Hu took a deep breath, gripped the spear in his hand, and leapt out from behind the thicket.

He lunged fiercely toward the Swift Shadow Demon Wolf!

The Swift Shadow Demon Wolf instantly became alert, its emerald eyes locking onto Zhao Hu, and the corner of its mouth actually curled into a human-like sneer of disdain.

It nimbly leapt off the green rock, its body blurring as it turned into a silver-gray afterimage.

It instantly evaded the tip of Zhao Hu's spear, its claws simultaneously slashing fiercely toward Zhao Hu's back.

Zhao Hu was startled and hurriedly turned to parry.

The spear shaft and claws collided, sending sparks flying.

The immense force made Zhao Hu's hands go numb, and he staggered back several steps.

The Swift Shadow Demon Wolf gave him no chance to breathe, pushing its speed to the limit.

The silver-gray figure wove frantically around Zhao Hu, claws and fangs striking from every angle, each move lethal.

Zhao Hu did his best to resist, but he couldn't even touch the opponent's shadow.

Several bloody gashes soon appeared on his body, leaving him in a wretched state.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Hu gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He knew the Swift Shadow Demon Wolf was fast, but he hadn't expected it to be this fast; he was completely outmatched.

The Swift Shadow Demon Wolf seemed to have had enough fun.

It stopped its movement, its emerald eyes staring at Zhao Hu, a low growl emanating from its throat.

It seemed to be mocking his overestimation of his own strength.

Just as it was preparing to launch a fatal blow.

A green-clad figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Hu.

Ye Yun.

The Swift Shadow Demon Wolf's pupils constricted, and its fur stood on end.

It sensed an extremely dangerous aura from this human before it.

That aura was more terrifying than any Yao Beast it had ever encountered.

It turned to flee.

A cold smile curled on Ye Yun's lips as he executed the Flowing Cloud Steps, his figure catching up in an instant.