"General Yang, allow me to step outside and test the strength of these giant wolves—see just how powerful they really are. A Howling Moon Silver Wolf... a top-tier bloodline among the wolf race." Yi Tianxing smiled, gripping the war spear that had been strapped to his back.
As soon as the spear was in his hand, a surge of powerful confidence welled up within him.
His Innate Yin-Yang Eyes were already on the verge of a transformative breakthrough. What he needed now was a massive amount of souls to fuel that evolution—and the stronger the soul, the more benefit it would bring to the Yin-Yang Eyes. These giant wolves clearly held stronger souls than ordinary monsters.
"No! The wolf pack won't engage in one-on-one fights. They'll swarm and overwhelm. Charging in alone is too dangerous," Yang Yanping quickly advised, concerned.
"Let me go with you," said Yang Yanding, eyes gleaming with eagerness.
"No need. Let me gauge the depth of their power."
Yi Tianxing's voice was calm, his steps unwavering as he strode toward the village gates. Each footfall carried a firm conviction, an unshakable will. He had the confidence that even if he were besieged by the entire pack, he could still walk away alive. After all, he wasn't just at the peak of the Second Layer of the Divine Sea Realm—his physical strength alone had reached the level of Black Cauldron's First Ring, equivalent to a pure force of ten thousand catties.
Such raw strength was more terrifying than innate divine power.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Yi Tianxing walked steadily out of the village. Yang Ye opened his mouth to stop him, but in the end said nothing. He could tell from Yi Tianxing's demeanor that he was a man of unwavering resolve. Once he made a decision, nothing could change his mind—not even ten oxen pulling in the other direction.
"Extraordinary men do extraordinary things. If he really is the master of Xuanhuang Village and managed to cross the jungle and slay a giant crocodile unscathed, he's no ordinary person. He might actually be a real cultivator," Yang Ye thought, eyes narrowing as he silently observed.
He had known about cultivation since descending into this world. He himself possessed a single family martial art—the Yang Family Spear Manual, a legacy passed down from their ancestor Yang Xin. It contained only rudimentary breathing techniques for physical training, with no internal cultivation method. While the spear techniques were formidable, they were strictly meant for the battlefield.
Later, after establishing Yang Family Village, a villager had offered them a cultivation manual—"Diamond Dragon Elephant Technique". The entire family had rejoiced—until they studied it closely and realized its cultivation requirements were incredibly difficult. It wasn't a typical technique; rather, it was a pure body-tempering method, and practicing it induced violent surges in blood and energy. Only Yang Yanding seemed naturally suited to it.
After cultivating it, his raw strength grew even more fearsome.
But for the rest—Yang Ye, Yang Yanping—they remained mere mortals, not cultivators.
Awooo!!
Outside the village, the wolves had been silently watching. Now, seeing someone walk out, a wave of bloodthirst surged among them. The Howling Moon Silver Wolf narrowed its single eye, staring coldly at Yi Tianxing. It raised its head and let out a chilling howl.
The pack responded in unison, howls echoing across the night.
A giant wolf leaped forward first. From a dead stop, it launched into a sprint with no warning, instantly reaching terrifying speed. Its enormous body charged like a car at full throttle, lunging at Yi Tianxing with terrifying momentum.
Razor-sharp fangs. Gleaming claws. Eyes full of murderous intent.
It all zoomed into view in an instant.
"Kill!!"
Yi Tianxing's expression turned icy. His mind entered a razor-sharp calm. The wolf's lightning-fast movements were still perfectly visible to his eyes. Every twitch, every pawstep, he saw it all—as the beast lunged with claws outstretched, aiming straight for his heart.
A direct hit would tear his chest apart and rip out his heart.
Yi Tianxing didn't retreat. Instead, he charged forward. His foot slammed against the ground with a crack, and just as the wolf launched into the air, Yi Tianxing ducked low and thrust his spear diagonally upward.
Splat!!
A spray of blood. The giant wolf was pierced clean through the throat, its body hanging from the spear. With a casual flick, Yi Tianxing flung the corpse aside. The beast died without even a chance to scream.
"So fast!" Yang Yanping's pupils contracted.
"What precision… what combat instinct. His sense of timing is extraordinary," Yang Ye said, eyes grave.
As a master of the spear, Yang Ye understood the art well. Spears evolved from war spears. That single thrust wasn't complex at all—simple, even. But it was this deadly simplicity that killed the giant wolf in one strike. The timing and control—absolutely brilliant.
To others watching, it looked like the wolf had suicidally leapt straight into Yi Tianxing's spear. In truth, it was perfect calculation—the mastery of battlefield rhythm.
Awooo!!
That was only the beginning. More wolves surged forward, attacking in unison.
Claws, fangs, tails, even heads—they were all lethal weapons in the wolves' arsenal. The coordination among them was seamless, deadly.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Yi Tianxing's footwork danced—left, right, forward, back, sidestep. Never still. With each movement, the wolf attacks fell just short, their claws swiping at air. And each time his spear lashed out—
It struck like lightning. Every thrust claimed a life. Every blow hit a vital point. Even their skulls couldn't resist his strikes.
When a claw couldn't be dodged, he'd simply shift with a graceful hand motion and redirect the wolf's body mid-air—Taiji force neutralizing the attack.
One by one, the wolves fell. Just a few breaths, and six or seven lay dead.
"Such refined spear technique. Just the basics, yet he's brought them to perfection. Every strike is a kill. His sense for battle and timing is beyond ordinary," Yang Ye murmured.
Spear technique can be trained. But combat instinct like that? That's innate talent. Terrifying talent.
"Father, let me go! I want to help Brother Yi!" Yang Yanding fidgeted with his twin sabers, unable to hide the fire in his eyes. Watching Yi Tianxing dominate the pack, his blood boiled—he was ready to charge out and fight at his side.
"Wait a bit longer."
Yang Ye took a deep breath, glancing back at the village, his expression unreadable.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Amidst the wolf pack, Yi Tianxing looked like a man on a casual stroll. But instead of birdsong and sunshine, his path was painted with gouts of blood and cold corpses. These wolves—barely at the level of Divine Sea Realm Tier 1—were like pigs and dogs before him, slain with ease.
Inside his body, the Blood Qi Cauldron roared, continuously circulating and keeping his flesh at peak condition—no sign of fatigue.
Step by step, spear strike by spear strike, he cut his way toward the Howling Moon Silver Wolf.
Each wolf he killed had its soul silently dragged into his Innate Yin-Yang Eyes, unnoticed by all.
Awooo!!
The Howling Moon Silver Wolf's eye gleamed with an icy glint. It howled again. The surrounding wolves went mad, charging like a tidal wave—hundreds, maybe thousands, of giant beasts surged forward.
A terrifying flood of fangs and claws.
Yi Tianxing was swallowed by the torrent.
Rip!!
A wolf claw landed on his back, tearing his clothes. But when the claw struck his flesh—it rebounded. Yi Tianxing's body was too strong. The wolf's sharp claws couldn't even scratch his skin. A faint radiant light shimmered around his body.
The wolves… couldn't even break his defense.
Yet, to onlookers, it looked like he had been injured—like he was being overwhelmed.
"Father, give the order! Let me lead a squad to rescue Brother Yi! He'll die in there if we wait any longer!" Yang Yanping said anxiously.
"Exactly, Father! A man like that can't be left to die to a pack of beasts!" Yang Yanding added, eyes burning.