Watching the dragon and serpent contentedly retreat behind the black-clad youth, the retainers, including Abe Waka, gazed at Zhu Haomiao with eyes filled with fear and awe,
Even though it was just a fleeting glimpse, they felt a tremor from their souls.
It wasn't the oppression of power but the aura emitted from a higher form of life at the level of concept and position.
That was the difference between mortal and divine!
Yet, utterly indifferent to the natives' terror, Zhu Haomiao swallowed, dragging the golden-haired youth, now a vegetable, slowly toward the "Wolf Stick" that still struggled.
Plop~
Throwing the golden-haired youth to the ground, Zhu Haomiao stepped on the werewolf's chest, gripping the sword hilt in a reversed manner, slowly drawing it out.
"Awooooo!!!"
The blade scraped against bone and innards, the thick Gangjin grinding inside like a file, causing the werewolf's body to arch uncontrollably in agony,
"Bear with it, it won't hurt much longer."
