Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1295 1206: Closing Time

As Meng Ao's fist swung toward Wang Yan, everyone's expressions were varied.

On Meng Wu and Meng Tian's faces, there was a sinister look of delighted revenge, while Ji Congjing's face turned ashen gray again. The other uninvolved observing demon cultivators shook their heads, feeling pity for Wang Yan.

Charging into Yunmeng County alone was commendable for its courage, but the inevitable outcome was defeat.

Amidst the sounds of pity from the crowd, a figure suddenly flew backward, slamming heavily onto the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

This person, once crashed onto the ground, immediately opened their mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Seeing this person spit blood, Ji Congjing's heart instantly sank.

With Wang Yan's defeat, her own life might be at risk.

In her despair, Ji Congjing looked at the person on the ground but suddenly froze.

Because lying on the ground, the person's face was old, with a long beard now soaked with blood.

This was not Wang Yan at all, but Meng Ao!

Meng Ao actually got knocked flying and spat blood??

As Ji Congjing was shocked, she turned her head to look ahead.

It was indeed Wang Yan standing there, unharmed.

At this moment, everyone suddenly realized, the one sent flying was not Wang Yan.

However, with Meng Ao seeming sure of victory, no matter how Wang Yan managed it, there was no way to make up the disparity in cultivation with Meng Ao.

Meng Ao, lying on the ground, couldn't believe his eyes as he propped up half of his body to look at Wang Yan.

At this glance, Meng Ao was stunned, his trembling hand raised, pointing at Wang Yan's head.

Above Wang Yan's head, there was a demon pattern of a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, floating next to the Gray Wolf.

And around this Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, there were indeed five Soul Stars.

And that fifth Soul Star was vividly purple.

Under the mutual illumination of the two purple Soul Stars, they emitted the purest purple light.

"Double Demon Pattern, double Purple Star!"

Meng Ao let out a painful cry and couldn't help but spit another mouthful of blood.

It was only now that he understood why he had been counterattacked by Wang Yan.

With the augmentation of the double Purple Stars, Wang Yan could completely make up for the disparity in cultivation with Meng Ao.

Freak!

Really a freak!

Meng Ao cursed inwardly, regretting provoking such a heaven-defying existence.

Without hesitation, Meng Ao quickly got to his feet, soared into the air, and escaped from Yunmeng County.

Meng Wu and Meng Tian were filled with terror, suddenly realizing what had happened when they saw Meng Ao, immediately jumped up and flew away. In no time, the three turned into a dot on the horizon.

The Meng Family's people also fled from the palace, escaping far away.

For a moment, the Meng Palace turned into an empty city.

At this moment, the people in Yunmeng County suddenly realized, Wang Yan had won this battle.

Ji Congjing reacted the fastest, immediately stood up from the ground, and knelt towards Wang Yan: "Greetings, Grand General."

Hearing Ji Congjing's words, everyone around understood as well. They were already kneeling, so they turned to face Wang Yan, respectfully calling: "Greetings, Grand General."

Seeing the people kneeling around him, Wang Yan did not respond, instead, he slowly walked into the Meng Palace ahead, disappearing into the depths of the palace.

Now that Wang Yan defeated Meng Ao, his reputation was unparalleled, and no one dared to have any objections to Wang Yan's indifference, finding it only natural.

Ji Congjing immediately considered herself Wang Yan's spokesperson, quickly took control of Yunmeng County, repaired the city gates, and collected magical treasures.

No one knew that as Wang Yan entered the Meng Palace, he immediately opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

After spitting out this blood, Wang Yan's face instantly turned pale, and his breath became extremely weak.

Wang Yan sat cross-legged on the ground, letting out a bitter smile.

He had acted somewhat impulsively, thinking that after acquiring the Divine Tier Soul Star, he could completely defeat the High-Tier Demon Venerable.

However, the disparity in cultivation was the greatest chasm; although he had a Divine Tier Soul Star, he couldn't yet unleash the full power due to his own insufficient cultivation.

Therefore, he could barely fight with High-Tier Demon Venerable Meng Ao.

But the result of this battle was Meng Ao being injured, while Wang Yan suffered even more severe injuries.

If Meng Ao hadn't fled in fear at the last moment, Wang Yan might have been killed.

Now, unable even to beat Meng Ao, not to mention Emperor Qin Ying Zheng, who achieved Demon God cultivation three thousand years ago.

This battle made Wang Yan realize his own cultivation level.

Based on cultivation alone, Wang Yan could crush any Initial Tier Demon Venerable. With the aid of the Divine Tier Soul Star, he could defeat Mid-Tier Demon Venerable, but against High-Tier Demon Venerable, victory was fifty-fifty.

In Wang Yan's mind, he immediately set his most important goal. Now, the most crucial thing is to improve his cultivation level.

Without improving cultivation, defeating Ying Zheng was merely an illusion.

Understanding this, Wang Yan raised his hand, and from the Starlight Ring crawled out eight hundred thousand Fire-Eating Ants.

Looking at these eight hundred thousand Fire-Eating Ants falling on the ground, Wang Yan showed a hint of surprise.

Usually, when Fire-Eating Ants crawl on the ground, they are orderly but without regulation.

But these eight hundred thousand Fire-Eating Ants clearly formed into eight formations, each formation consisting of one hundred thousand Fire-Eating Ants, arranged in an octagonal shape, faintly resembling a turtle shell.

Wang Yan smiled and muttered: "It seems this battle was still somewhat fruitful."

With that, Wang Yan closed his eyes and began to fully restore his injuries.

The eight hundred thousand Fire-Eating Ants crawled towards Wang Yan, building up into a pagoda around him, growing higher and gradually enclosing Wang Yan within.

At this moment, if viewed from afar, it could be seen that within the palace, Wang Yan was safeguarded by a Black Tortoise shell.

While Wang Yan was healing, Meng Ao and his grandchildren escaped to a desolate mountain thousand miles away.

Seeing only a few dozen Meng Family disciples trailing behind, Meng Ao's face was livid, dignified Meng Family, now left with only such few people.

"Father, what should we do now?" Meng Wu asked.

"Dispatch everyone immediately to investigate the origin of the Demon Wolf King," Meng Ao roared.

"Understood." Meng Wu quickly arranged for the disciples to scatter and investigate.

Meanwhile, Meng Ao temporarily took this desolate mountain as his dwelling place.

The Meng Family had deep foundations, and only a few days later, information flowed in from all directions. A cold smile appeared on Meng Ao's face.

A few days later, at the Qinling Museum above the ground.

A young woman in a work uniform was cleaning the Terracotta Warriors exhibited.

This young woman was known to have just joined as a staff member and was named Beiming Xue.

At this time, the museum was closed, and late at night, Beiming Xue took advantage of the downtime to clean the Terracotta Warriors in a corner of the museum.

Around Beiming Xue, stood hundreds of motionless Terracotta Warriors.

Beiming Xue stood in front of one Terracotta Warrior, using a small brush to sweep the dust off.

But then, suddenly, the eyes of this ceramic warrior emitted a cold light, and the hundreds of warriors behind Beiming Xue slowly raised their spears, pointing at her.