"Who is it?!"

Hogan and Sinwite both had their expressions change drastically. They quickly turned their heads to look back, only to see someone mysteriously seated in the back, gazing coldly at them.

"It's you!"

Baron Hogan's face changed dramatically, apparently recognizing Qin Yang.

Instantly, a crimson hue surged in Hogan's eyes. He turned around, rose from the spacious seat of the Rolls-Royce, and punched towards Qin Yang.

"Hmph, Wind Blade Strangulation!"

Qin Yang's expression turned cold. With a flicker of his heart and spirit, spiritual power surged from within, instantly forming a rapidly rotating azure stream of air.

The azure stream composed of numerous sharp wind blades formed instantly and pierced straight towards Baron Hogan's throat.

Splurt!

With the powerful heartbeat, blood spurted from Sinwite's throat.

A water-patterned film of light rose around Qin Yang, blocking the blood outside without any contamination.

Scratch!

Witnessing the sudden turn of events, Sinwite's face immediately turned pale. The car's tires screeched violently against the pavement, nearly crashing into a large truck ahead. He urgently steered away.

With Baron Hogan killed in an instant, Sinwite didn't consider himself the opponent of this Huaxia youngster. Anxious, Sinwite punched the car's windshield without hesitation.

Boom!

The entire tempered glass of the windshield flew out, crashing heavily onto the ground.

At high speed, a fierce gust of wind rushed into the car.

Sinwite left the driver's seat, intending to escape through the windshield.

"Hmph, think you can escape?"

Qin Yang's eyes flashed with a cold light as another Wind Blade Strangulation pierced directly through Sinwite's heart from behind. Within moments, Sinwite was lifeless.

At this moment, Sinwite's upper body hung outside the windshield while his legs pressed against the steering wheel.

Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!

The car lost control, swerving left and right on the road. Luckily, it was almost eleven at night, and there weren't too many vehicles on the road. Even so, it was enough to alarm several car owners.

Naturally, Qin Yang wouldn't harm innocents just to kill two werewolves. Instantly, two strands of spiritual power surged from within, covering the steering wheel and accelerator.

Roar!

Under the night sky, the black Rolls-Royce accelerated to its maximum speed, leaving the road and driving onto a patch of grass before heading towards a broad river ahead.

Whoosh!

At tremendous speed, the entire car arced into the air, soaring before plunging into the river water.

A dusky yellow glow flashed, and Qin Yang's figure appeared on the riverbank.

Qin Yang lifted a finger, instantly unleashing a wind blade to slice open the Rolls-Royce's fuel tank.

"Fireball Technique."

Qin Yang's fingers pinched a gesture as spiritual power surged forth, transforming into a ball of crimson flame which shot towards the Rolls-Royce.

Boom!

The Rolls-Royce, plunging towards the river, exploded instantly, the entire car engulfed in fierce flames before dunking into the somewhat foul river water.

Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!

Witnessing this spectacle, vehicles on the nearby roads immediately pulled over and slammed on their brakes. People stepped out from their cars, watching the burning vehicle gradually submerged in the river.

"A Rolls-Royce, such a fine car, drove right into the river?"

"This is more impressive than a movie stunt; the car even exploded mid-air."

"Damn, better report this to the police; this isn't a small matter. There should still be people inside the car..."

"..."

The drivers started discussing among themselves, while some ran towards the bank for a closer view. It's typical; many locals enjoy spectating, especially since such scenes are rarely encountered.

Qin Yang glanced at the Rolls-Royce gradually sinking into the river, his figure flashed and vanished on the spot.

Screech!

In the night sky, the Flying Thunder Eagle flapped its silver wings as Qin Yang sat cross-legged on its back, flying towards Yunshui City.

Now that the werewolves have retreated from Huaxia, Qin Yang no longer has targets to pursue and needn't remain in Nanhu Province.

However, based on the conversation between those two, Qin Yang knew the werewolves didn't retreat out of fear or to let things go. The wolf race prince was awaiting to consume the divine liquid within the Moonlight Chalice.

Regarding the "Moonlight Chalice" and the divine liquid brewed from it, Qin Yang was only slightly familiar. The Moonlight Chalice was one of the sacred artifacts of the wolf race.

Rumor has it that the divine liquid within the Moonlight Chalice can enhance the bloodline power of werewolves, strengthening their capabilities.

Since Qin Yang began dealing with the werewolves, three wolf race sacred artifacts have appeared: the Blade of Evil, Bow of Destruction, and Moonlight Chalice.

"It seems the conflict with those werewolves will temporarily pause, but probably won't take long before another fierce battle arises."

Qin Yang sat cross-legged on the Flying Thunder Eagle's back, deep in thought.

"Hmph, come on, next time, I'll annihilate every last one of you!"

Qin Yang's eyes glinted coldly, flickering with a murderous intent.

The Cultivator defies the heavenly path, and mere werewolves are but minor sharpening stones on his path of immortal cultivation; those unknowing beings are meant to be slain.

By the time the Flying Thunder Eagle returned to Yunshui City, it was already late at night.

Qin Yang didn't return to Feipu Manor but flew instead to Xinghu Villa District.

Flap! Flap!

The Flying Thunder Eagle flapped its wings, gently landing in the backyard of Ruan Xinxue's apartment.

Qin Yang's figure flashed, landing on the ground from the Flying Thunder Eagle's back.

In the backyard stood two tall and exquisite wooden cabins. A fiery red figure leaped out from one of the cabins, evidently because the Fire Flame Lion sensed Qin Yang's presence and emerged with its large head affectionately nudging Qin Yang.

The Fire Flame Lion now possesses some spirituality, aware that it's late at night, thus not making much noise as Ruan Xinxue, Zilan, and Ling Xiaoyu were asleep.

Qin Yang smiled, stroked the Fire Flame Lion's head, and then glanced at the Flying Thunder Eagle. With a beckon of his right hand, two Primordial Spirit Pills appeared in Qin Yang's palm.

A rich, tranquil medicinal fragrance spread immediately, drawing the gaze of the Fire Flame Lion and Flying Thunder Eagle, with unmasked longing in their eyes.

The efficacy of these Primordial Spirit Pills far exceeds that of the lesser Spirit Pills, naturally making them tremendously appealing to demon beasts.

"Little Fly, you've worked hard these past days; this one's for you."

Qin Yang handed one Primordial Spirit Pill to the Flying Thunder Eagle, which eagerly swallowed it.

"Little Flame, this one's yours."

Qin Yang chuckled, then fed the remaining Primordial Spirit Pill to the Fire Flame Lion. Currently, Little Flame's energy level has reached the late Earth Tier, with hopes of advancing to the Celestial Tier after consuming the Primordial Spirit Pill.

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