Strongest War Emperor

Shen Lang showed no hint of panic, casually swinging the Celestial Water Blade in his right hand...

The light from the blade’s tip erupted, extending several meters and tracing a beautiful, crescent-moon arc. In an instant, it sliced the two fastest Netherworld Wolves pouncing from his right in half!

This was the first time Shen Lang had used his Spiritual Power after slaying more than twenty Netherworld Wolves.

"If you’re just relying on numbers, you haven’t brought nearly enough!"

Shen Lang let out a soft cry. Ignoring the Netherworld Wolves on his flanks, his figure flickered like a phantom as he charged straight ahead.

WHOOSH!

An unparalleled blade gleam, dozens of feet long, flashed before him, seeming to cleave space itself and instantly clearing a path.

Seven or eight Netherworld Wolves were cleaved in two by a single strike before they could even yelp, their bodies crashing onto the grass, creating a scene of utter carnage.

As Shen Lang’s figure plunged into the pack—blood flying and Netherworld Wolves falling with every wave of his hand—Xu Lianyou, inside the light shield, finally recovered from her immense shock. "He... Who in the world is he?" she stammered. "How can someone so young be this powerful?"

"He’s too strong... just too strong," Uncle Zhong murmured to himself. "He’s moving through a pack of incredibly fast, invisible Netherworld Wolves, and he’s making it look easier for him than it is for us to kill a chicken."

As the most senior and experienced person among them, the shock he felt was ten times greater than anyone else’s.

Xia Yu’s face grew even paler. He remembered pointing his longsword at this very person at the entrance to the Tala Prairie, his words dripping with offense. Seeing this scene now, his mind was a tangled mess, and the fear gripping him was even more intense than when he had first faced the wolf pack.

This mysterious young man was moving through a hundred Netherworld Wolves as if strolling through an empty field. His speed was simply inconceivable... ’If he wanted to kill me,’ Xia Yu thought, ’it would be as easy as flipping his palm...’

"Ghk... ghk..."

A strange sound escaped Xia Yu’s throat, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

His body, however, was trembling even more violently.

Just as they were speaking, the sharp cries of the Netherworld Wolf Pack and the chaotic sounds of battle outside the light shield abruptly vanished...

Of the once-majestic and ferocious pack, only three of the leaders, who had been slightly faster, managed to escape into the prairie. The rest were all corpses, either sliced in half or decapitated.

The nearby grass was almost completely covered in wolf corpses and blood, a terrifying and gruesome Chaos Scene.

Xu Lianyou and the others looked out. Seven or eight meters from their light shield, the mysterious youth stood quietly, his longsword hanging low. As the sunlight fell upon him, his resolute face was frozen into an image they would never forget.

Shen Lang slowly turned. An imperceptible silver thread flashed through his eyes, and the world transformed before his very gaze.

Shen Lang had only intended to see if any more Netherworld Wolves were hiding nearby, but in that instant, his body went rigid...

A drop of cold sweat trickled down Shen Lang’s cheek. His grip on the Celestial Water Blade tightened instinctively.

"Young brother, thank you! I will never forget this debt of saving my life. I am Ouyang Zhong, Vice Hall Master of the Twin Dragon Sect’s Cyan Wood Hall—"

As Ouyang Zhong spoke from within the light shield, he began to step out.

"Stay put if you don’t want to die!"

The sharp command echoed in the minds of the five people inside the light shield. It was Shen Lang, warning them with his Divine Thought.

The faces of the five people inside the shield went pale. Their briefly relaxed minds snapped taut once more. Their hands, which had just lowered their weapons, instinctively raised them again.

Xu Lianyou gave Shen Lang a long look, then followed his gaze. She saw only a small hillock more than twenty meters away, with the bodies of many Netherworld Wolves strewn about its base. Beyond that, there was nothing.

"Listen to him. Don’t move. Everyone, on guard!" Xu Lianyou seemed to have realized something. The Seven-Colored Glazed Lamp in her hand trembled as she fully activated it, causing the protective light shield to brighten dramatically and strengthening its defense severalfold.

"Second Miss, what’s going on...? What did he mean by that?" a woman behind Xu Lianyou asked timidly.

"He’s nervous," Xu Lianyou said suddenly, a seemingly random observation.

The other four were stunned. This mysterious young man had slaughtered a hundred Netherworld Wolves as easily as slicing melons, strolling through them as if on a leisurely walk. How could *he* be nervous?

’Could it be... the Wolf King!’

Uncle Zhong’s low voice made the others’ hearts drop, and cold sweat beaded on their skin.

Even ordinary beast packs have a Beast King, so naturally, the Netherworld Wolf Pack would have a Wolf King. ’If the Wolf King was also hiding nearby...’

Most of these Netherworld Wolves were Third Level. To command a pack of this caliber, the Wolf King would have to be at least Fifth Level!

This meant that nearby, there might be a Fifth Level or even higher Netherworld Wolf King!

What else besides a Wolf King could make this mysteriously powerful young man react this way?

All eyes immediately locked onto Shen Lang...

And Shen Lang was, indeed, nervous.

It had been a long time since Shen Lang had felt nervous.

Shen Lang had killed plenty of Fifth Level Demon Beasts before. Even if it was inconvenient to use his Tai Chi Diagram here, killing a Fifth Level Demon Beast was a trivial matter.

Even against a Sixth Level Demon Beast—equivalent to a powerhouse with the cultivation of Celestial Phoenix City’s Lord, Ye Xiao Zheng—the current Shen Lang wasn’t necessarily without the strength to put up a fight.

When Shen Lang had been hunted by Ye Xiao Zheng and that Demon Martial Artist, he hadn’t felt nervous at all.

His disposition was already rock-solid, and now, deeply influenced by the War Emperor’s memories, even if Ye Xiao Zheng appeared with all the experts from the City Lord’s Mansion and surrounded him, it was unlikely to faze him.

But... Shen Lang was nervous now.

The scene revealed by his Silver Eyes of Truth was simply too shocking...

In Shen Lang’s vision, on the same small hillock where he had stood before, Shui Qingwu was frozen inside a faint light shield, her face pale, not daring to move a muscle.

And about ten meters to her left, a Netherworld Wolf—a full size larger than the others—was eyeing her like cornered prey!

Not only was this Netherworld Wolf much larger than the others, its fur was also a completely different color. A typical Netherworld Wolf had dark brown fur, but this one was a majestic, shimmering silver!

’A Sixth Level Netherworld Wolf King!’

Although Shui Qingwu couldn’t see the Netherworld Wolf King, she could feel its immense Killing Intent and powerful Momentum, which was why she didn’t dare to move.

And Shen Lang, likewise, didn’t dare to move.

Shen Lang was about thirty meters from Shui Qingwu, but the Netherworld Wolf King was only ten meters from her. For a Netherworld Wolf of this level, a creature known for its speed, that distance could be closed in an instant.

Shen Lang couldn’t guarantee he could intercept the Netherworld Wolf King before it reached Shui Qingwu.

A Sixth Level Demon Beast was equivalent to a Martial Artist at the Peak of Spirit Martial Realm. Even someone like Ye Xiao Zheng, who was at the Spirit Martial Realm Eighth Heaven, would have no more than a forty percent chance of survival against this Netherworld Wolf King!

’The Silver Eyes of Truth can’t be maintained for too long. The longer I keep them active, the more Divine Thought they consume. If I hold on for just a moment longer, I might be defeated without even fighting. But if I don’t use them... what do I do!?’

Even for someone as preternaturally cunning as Shen Lang, faced with such a hopeless stalemate, it was the first time he’d ever felt this nervous.

The reek of blood still hung heavy in the air. The entire scene was eerily, terrifyingly silent.

Though only a few moments had passed, to everyone present it felt like an eternity...

DRIP.

A drop of sweat fell from Shen Lang’s brow.

He watched Shui Qingwu quietly, his gaze chillingly severe.

Across from him, Shui Qingwu, despite being cloaked by an Invisibility Light Shield, knew with certainty that Shen Lang could see her.

And that was the most crucial thing of all.

The instant that drop of sweat fell from Shen Lang, Shui Qingwu finally moved!

"Shen Lang!"

Shui Qingwu shrieked his name and charged toward him with everything she had. Simultaneously, a light flashed in her hand as she crushed a Jade Talisman. The light shield from her Invisibility Talisman shattered, replaced by a dazzling golden one as her figure was finally revealed...

The very instant Shui Qingwu’s eyes darted, Shen Lang, who had been standing silently in the grass, also moved.

CLANG!

With a slap of his left hand, Shen Lang sent the longsword flying like an arrow, trailing a blinding white light.

In the air, the light of the Celestial Water Blade flared, unleashing a peerless gleam as dazzling and hard to look at as the sun itself.

"HRAAAGH!"

With a savage roar, the formerly impassive Shen Lang became a different person. He stomped his right foot on the ground, sending dirt and rocks flying as he charged toward Shui Qingwu!

At this moment, not only was Shen Lang wreathed in the Power of Thunder and Lightning like a veritable Thunder God, but his eyes were no longer calm pools. They were filled with a tyrannical aura, as if a savage "battle" gene, dormant since birth, had just been unleashed.

"Wolf King, come and face me in battle!"

As Shen Lang roared his challenge, the Netherworld Wolf King was already lunging toward Shui Qingwu with lightning speed.

CLANG!

Trailing a terrifying gleam, the Celestial Water Blade shot past Shui Qingwu and struck the Netherworld Wolf King’s massive head with unerring accuracy.

The sound of metal striking something hard rang out. The impact of Energy erupted in an even more brilliant white light, forcing the members of the Twin Dragon Sect inside the shield to avert their eyes.

The Celestial Water Blade’s strike stunned the Netherworld Wolf King for a couple of seconds before the longsword rebounded.

In that time, with both of them sprinting at full speed, Shen Lang finally reached Shui Qingwu’s side.

"Prison Guardian Blade Technique!"

The crisis was not over. Blood pumping and Battle Intent surging, Shen Lang had no time to speak to Shui Qingwu. He beckoned with his right hand, and the Celestial Water Blade flew back into his grasp. In an instant, thunder and lightning crackled as he unleashed a blade gleam far sharper than before. With a furious roar, he brought the blade down hard on the head of the Wolf King, which had once again leaped into the air!

BOOM!

Amidst the massive explosion, a hint of astonishment appeared in the Netherworld Wolf King’s eyes. As it was sent flying backward, it swiped a fore-paw, shattering the blade gleam and grazing the edge of Shen Lang’s left arm with a lightning-fast claw!

SCHLICK!

Unable to dodge in time, Shen Lang’s arm sprayed blood. His sleeve was torn, revealing a horrifying wound half a foot long and deep enough to show bone.

The Netherworld Wolf King, however, was sent flying by the blow. It tumbled across the grass several times before finally coming to a stop.

AWOOO!

The Netherworld Wolf King let out a furious howl. Its dark green eyes were filled with a tyrannical killing intent, and its human-like expression made one thing clear to everyone: it was truly enraged.

A tangible Killing Intent swept over the battlefield, instantly draining all the color from the faces of the Twin Dragon Sect members inside the light shield...

"That momentum... it’s a Sixth Level Netherworld Wolf King!" Uncle Zhong’s hoarse voice was laced with bitterness.

"Shen Lang!"

Having taken refuge behind Shen Lang, Shui Qingwu cried out in alarm as she saw his blood-drenched arm.