Although the Thunder Light Ball just now had a deafening blast, its power wasn’t significant. If he hadn’t been so eager to leap aside but had instead brandished his sword to block, he would have gotten off lightly; however, his dodge landed him right into a trap.
Indeed, the Thunder Wolf, notorious for its ferocity and cunning, wasn’t much less intelligent than the Wind Fox.
"Ah, why am I always the unfortunate one?" Wu Qiuyun sighed ruefully to himself. He had already experienced the might of the Wind Fox and knew that even if he managed to escape death this time, he could hardly avoid severe injuries.
"Swish!" Wu Qiuyun knew this wasn’t the time for self-pity and struck out with his sword, gritting his teeth. Just then, the familiar sound of sword’s dragon-like roar filled his ears, and once more, he saw the familiar glimmer of the Silver Star Sword Light.
The wolf’s bloodthirsty, greedy eyes swiftly turned dull and lifeless. Without any resistance, his sword cleaved into the wolf’s head, splattering blood.
"Thanks, you’ve saved my life again," said Wu Qiuyun, his heart still pounding as he wiped the blood from his face, looking back in gratitude at Mu Hanyan over the body of the now dead-eyed Thunder Wolf.
"It’s nothing. Aren’t we allies?" Mu Hanyan smiled and responded. This Thunder Wolf wasn’t as strong as the Wind Fox or the Fierce Bear they had encountered before, roughly on par with a Seventh-level Knight, but its Thunder Shock Ability was rather intimidating, although not very difficult to handle.
"Mhm," Wu Qiuyun nodded forcefully.
With the recent strike, he still couldn’t gauge Mu Hanyan’s real strength. Yet, there was no denying that without Mu Hanyan, he might have died twice over.
Before, he was still doubtful whether choosing to align with Mu Hanyan was the right decision. Now, he was exceedingly grateful for his foresight. It appeared the message brought back by Wu Songxing was accurate; this Mu Hanyan was by no means ordinary. Regardless of his reputation as a playboy or a rascal, Mu Hanyan was an ally, not an adversary.
"Scared out of your wits, huh? I told you, nothing will happen as long as you’re with Brother Han Yan. Stop being so jumpy; you’ll scare yourself to death," Mu Cheng patted Wu Qiuyun on the shoulder, chuckling with ease.
When that bolt of lightning had struck out of the blue, he hadn’t even blinked an eye; after all, with a godlike mentor backing up Mu Hanyan, what was there to fear? Although this venerated mentor hadn’t made a move in the end, witnessing Mu Hanyan’s casual yet decisive Sword Slash was still a delight to him.
As long as he stuck close to Mu Hanyan, one day he would possess such strength too. Mu Cheng’s determination was unwavering, his eyes filled with longing as he looked at Mu Hanyan.
Seeing Mu Cheng’s carefree and brash demeanor, Wu Qiuyun felt a lot more at ease. Although Mu Cheng’s blind and absolute trust in Mu Hanyan was exasperating, his words made sense. With Han Yan present, Wu Qiuyun realized he really had nothing to worry about. It wasn’t because Mu Hanyan could vanquish everything instantly, but because, with his own strength, he had no capability to protect himself anyway. It was better to rely wholeheartedly on Mu Hanyan, at least that would keep his mind more at peace. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fiɾe·net
"Let’s go." Mu Cheng, hooking Wu Songxing’s shoulder, cheerfully followed behind Mu Hanyan, looking every bit the loyal followers.
"Hey, is there still something we haven’t done?" Mu Hanyan asked, clearly unimpressed.
Mu Cheng, when faced with danger earlier, hadn’t even bothered to touch his sword, just watching eagerly for Mu Hanyan to act. Mu Hanyan was genuinely worried that, if Mu Cheng stayed with him too long, he’d become as lazy as a pig.