Chapter 29: Vengeance

Climbing the city wall, Qian Ye dashed along its length until he reached a watchtower. Using his old trick, he silently entered and gently tapped the back of the guard’s neck. The soldier’s head lolled to the side, his breath cut off, while Qian Ye slightly stirred his origin power, exuding the aura of a Level 3 cultivator, identical to the now-dead sentry.

Standing in the sentry’s place, Qian Ye remained motionless, as if the post had never changed. Only the faint blue points in the dark night sky indicated any difference.

Beneath the cover of night, the City Lord’s mansion lay silent. Dim lights illuminated some corners, casting eerie, long shadows that made the residence seem even more sinister. Tonight, there was no feasting or revelry; even the servants moved with great caution, afraid their noise would draw the attention of the powerful.

Though these underlings did not know what had transpired, their innate sensitivity told them that both the Wolf King and the City Lord were in a foul mood.

Suddenly, Qian Ye’s nose twitched, catching a whiff of blood in the night. Though the scent was faint, it was unmistakable to someone with a vampire’s constitution. Moreover, this was fresh blood, likely spilled recently and still warm.

Qian Ye looked towards the center of the City Lord’s mansion, where a small building glowed with light, the source of the blood scent.

At that moment, the door of the small building opened, and several servants carried a corpse out. They moved quickly, hugging the wall, passing right beneath Qian Ye. Perhaps because they felt safe at a distance, they dared to whisper to each other.

“What a terrible death.”

“Bad luck, she should have never been the one to deliver the fruit.”

“I heard she offended the Deputy Steward, which is why she got this assignment.”

“Shh! Keep your voice down. If the Deputy Steward hears, you’ll be the one delivering water to the Wolf King tomorrow!”

The servant shuddered, nearly dropping the body. The group hurriedly fell silent, quickening their pace, exiting through a side door and disappearing into the night.

By now, Qian Ye’s gaze was fixed on the small building. From the corpse, he sensed the Wolf King’s aura. It seemed the Wolf King resided there.

The small building had no visible guards or hidden sentries. What need did a Divine General have for such precautions?

However, Qian Ye did not rush in to attack. Instead, he calmly drew out the Twin Flowers, merging them with a touch of origin power.

Then, Qian Ye’s gaze locked onto the small building, releasing a thread of killing intent.

The perceptiveness of a Divine General is incredibly sharp. Almost as soon as Qian Ye’s eyes fell upon the building, a surge of icy, vast perception flooded over, instantly engulfing the watchtower.

Qian Ye did not hide but released his own aura.

A thunderous roar echoed from the small building, and the roof shattered. The Wolf King’s figure burst through the flying rubble, roaring at Qian Ye, “You dare show yourself?!”

The Wolf King met not fear or flight, but a cold voice: “Why shouldn’t I?”

In the next instant, a point of light appeared before the Wolf King, bright enough to illuminate the entire world!

In the brilliance, the Wolf King saw a slender feather shoot through the air, aimed straight at his heart!

This feather was unimaginably fast, transcending time and reaction. The Wolf King, caught off guard, could not dodge.

Sensing the imminent danger, the Wolf King roared, his body freezing in mid-air. But the light feather turned, still aiming for his heart, and shot forth.

The Wolf King could not move, watching helplessly as the feather pierced his chest!

He let out a deafening roar, his body stiffened, and he plummeted, crashing into the ruins.

Silence reigned for a brief moment before the ruins exploded, the shockwave destroying half the City Lord’s mansion. In another direction, an origin power barrier instantly rose, flickering under the impact but ultimately holding, protecting the other half. This was Jiri, who, though rushed, managed to block the shockwave.

In another corner, a similar barrier rose, this time from Guanzhongliu. But his barrier, like a candle in a storm, wavered and extinguished.

Guanzhongliu stood on the roof, his face turning pale, spitting blood. Yet, he had held off most of the shockwave, saving this corner of the mansion.

The shockwaves boomed, wave after wave, as the Wolf King, like a projectile, shot into the sky, his domain spreading over Nanqing City.

As the Wolf King fell, Qian Ye turned and fled, not looking back. There was no need; the Wolf King, unprepared, could not avoid the Origin Gun.

By the time the Wolf King ascended again, Qian Ye was already a kilometer away, accelerating, about to escape the city and leave the Wolf King’s domain.

Enraged, the Wolf King howled, transforming into a werewolf, then a blur, giving chase to Qian Ye.

Since joining Zhang Buzhou, the Wolf King had never revealed his werewolf form publicly, fearing suspicion. Now, in a fit of rage, he fully transformed, giving chase.

A green streak shot across the sky, vanishing into the night. Jiri, high above, watched with a solemn expression. Guanzhongliu, barely aloft, approached and said, “I never thought he’d not only return but also dare to ambush the Wolf King. Such a person…”

Guanzhongliu left it unsaid, but both understood that Qian Ye was the kind to seek revenge. To have such a mortal enemy was troubling.

Jiri detected a hint of blame in Guanzhongliu’s tone and sighed, “How could I refuse the Wolf King’s visit?”

“Spider Emperor and Mask, no response?”

“None.”

Guanzhongliu fell silent. If these three powers had reached an agreement, Jiri had no choice but to comply.

“City Lord, do you think the Wolf King will catch Qian Ye?”

Jiri shook his head, “I don’t know.”

“What was that attack? I saw a light, and my heart skipped a beat.”

Jiri’s face darkened, “If that hit me, you’d be sitting in my place.”

Guanzhongliu was stunned, realizing Qian Ye’s attack was formidable enough to unsettle Jiri.

In the wilderness, the Wolf King flew at full speed, his senses locked onto Qian Ye.

The distance between them closed, and the Wolf King, hand charged with lightning, prepared to strike within a hundred meters, turning Qian Ye to ashes.

Though he preferred to capture Qian Ye alive, Qian Ye’s speed was astonishing, having run dozens of kilometers, still hundreds of meters ahead. With Qian Ye’s ability to vanish, the Wolf King knew capture was impossible, so he settled for a lethal strike.

“Fool, stop, serve me, and I’ll spare your life!” the Wolf King shouted.

Qian Ye laughed, not deigning to respond. Throughout the chase, the Wolf King had tried to threaten, persuade, or recruit, but Qian Ye replied only with scorn, infuriating the Wolf King.

As the distance closed, the Wolf King howled, his domain descending, enveloping Qian Ye. His figure blurred, appearing in Qian Ye’s spot in an instant.

But as the domain fell, Qian Ye suddenly accelerated, bursting with incredible power, shattering the domain and fleeing. The Wolf King’s confident lunge met only air.

The rapid use of his domain and teleportation drained the Wolf King, taking several breaths to recover. During this, Qian Ye increased the distance.

The Wolf King was enraged, not just by the failure, but by Qian Ye’s terrifying physical strength. Even for him, suppressing Qian Ye required effort. The Wolf King, nearly a Duke in the Evernight system, found it difficult to overcome this small foe.

The hundreds of meters regained required running dozens of kilometers. Though the distance was trivial at their speed, the Wolf King grew increasingly agitated. If he failed to catch Qian Ye, even he would feel a hint of dread.

Qian Ye, too bold, had returned to exact revenge the very night he escaped. Such a person, if not killed, would endanger the Wolf King’s subordinates and family.

With this in mind, the Wolf King dropped to all fours, bounding forward, closing the gap. Though undignified, his determination to kill Qian Ye overshadowed any pride.

The distance narrowed from a kilometer to a few hundred meters, then less than a hundred. The Wolf King, lightning crackling in his claw, waited for the perfect moment to strike.

Suddenly, the distance was less than fifty meters!

Qian Ye lunged, turning in mid-air, facing the Wolf King with a mocking smile. The Wolf King felt a chill.

Qian Ye, guns in hand, light flaring, fired a light feather at the Wolf King.

The Origin Gun!