Urban Wolf King

Above Wang Yan's head, the three-inch Nascent Soul looked identical to Wang Yan's exterior.

Additionally, behind this Nascent Soul, two large Demon Patterns in blue and gold guarded the rear, one on the left and one on the right.

The shimmering blue-gold light made the Nascent Soul even more unattainable.

The Nascent Soul, something Li Si had sought for a millennium, surprisingly appeared before him.

Li Si always thought that among the Great Qin Empire, besides Ying Zheng, he was the first Demon Cultivator capable of forming a Nascent Soul.

For this dream, Li Si remained in seclusion year-round, refusing to abandon his retreat even when his junior disciples faced crises, merely striking Wang Yan with a spear from afar.

In his eyes, breaking through to Demon God status outweighed anything else.

Because beneath the Demon God, all are ants, and however arrogant Wang Yan might be, he was just a sturdier ant.

Today, this ant he once looked down upon had formed a Nascent Soul before him, yet three months ago, Wang Yan wasn't even a Demigod.

Li Si's mind was in turmoil, and all his attacks, upon encountering the aura emanating from the Nascent Soul, were blown away like dust by a strong wind and vanished entirely.

Li Si's raised hands, clawing at the air, stopped in front of Wang Yan, not daring to advance.

Moments later, Li Si suddenly let out a sharp scream, then turned and fled.

The disparity in cultivation was like a chasm.

Li Si knew that except for fleeing, he had no other way to survive.

Watching Li Si flee, Wang Yan coldly said, "Once you struck me with a spear, now I return that spear to you. If you can withstand this spear, I might spare your life."

With that, Wang Yan raised his right hand and pointed at Li Si.

Following Wang Yan's gesture, the Nascent Soul atop his head also raised its tiny right hand, pointing at Li Si.

At this moment, a purple spear materialized from Wang Yan's fingertip, whistling towards Li Si.

This purple spear was exactly identical to the spear with which Li Si severely wounded Wang Yan before.

Except, the aura of the purple spear conjured by Wang Yan was even more formidable.

The spear, whistling, chased after Li Si.

Li Si felt an icy chill at his back, an overwhelmingly powerful murderous intent rushing toward him.

Li Si quickly turned a corner, trying to shake off the purple spear behind him.

Yet the purple spear's speed was faster than Li Si, and this turn didn't help shake it off, but rather closed the distance between him and the spear.

Li Si was shocked, and just then caught sight of Li Ji nearby.

Li Ji was still sitting dazed on the ground, muttering, "Ancestor, kill him."

With a flash, Li Si flew in front of Li Ji and grabbed him.

Li Ji looked up to see Li Si, and his dumbfounded face showed a silly smile, saying, "Ancestor, kill him, take revenge."

However, Li Si paid no attention to Li Ji, instead grabbing him and throwing him backward.

Li Ji instantly flew like a cannonball toward the purple spear.

Li Si intended to use Li Ji to temporarily block the purple spear, but Li Ji was pierced like a ball by the spear and fell to the ground with a thud, while the spear continued towards Li Si without slowing.

Li Si was again horrified and quickly cast Soul Skill and summoned a Magical Treasure to block the purple spear.

Yet no matter what he used, everything was easily pierced by the spear and disappeared without a trace, and the spear inched ever closer to Li Si.

Seeing this, despair filled Li Si's eyes.

Only now did he understand how helpless and desperate Wang Yan must have felt when he was severely injured by Li Si's spear.

As the purple spear closed in, Li Si realized he had no means of escape.

"I'm not reconciled; why couldn't I break through in hundreds of years, yet he broke through in just half a day?"

Facing the incoming spear, Li Si shouted in despair.

With a "pfft," the purple spear pierced Li Si, leaving a bloody hole in his body.

With a "thud," Li Si fell to the ground, his eyes losing their light, gradually fading.

Just before losing consciousness, Wang Yan's words reached him: "Greedy and ruthless, even if you break through to Demon God, you're nothing but a walking corpse, no different than dead."

Hearing Wang Yan's words, Li Si suddenly understood.

He had no regard for his clan, valuing them less than a Divine Artifact.

Could he really be a walking corpse? Better off dead?

But now, Li Si was unable to think, as his eyes slowly lost their light.

Looking at the dead Li Si, Wang Yan's heart couldn't easily settle.

The enemy who was so overwhelmingly strong three months ago was now easily killed by him.

Besides taking a risk with his life to handle hundreds of Li Si's purple spears, his Nascent Soul was the critical factor in his victory.

At this moment, Wang Yan finally felt the strength of Meng Po.

Just a sliver of Meng Po's self enabled him to form a Nascent Soul, what degree of power would Meng Po herself possess?

Yet even such a powerful Meng Po was captured by the entity she called the underground master.

What kind of a powerful existence was this underground master?

And Meng Po tasked him with summoning Jiang Yikang, could Jiang Yikang overpower the underground master?

What cultivation level do these people possess?

Three Flowers Crown?

Harmonious Four Symbols?

Five Elements Morning Qi?

Or even higher?

Are there truly such powerful beings in the world!

And now, he hasn't even met his mentor, let alone found his father; could his mentor and father have surpassed or reached the Demon God's level?

For a moment, Wang Yan's mind was filled with yearning, longing for more.

He only hoped to continuously break through his cultivation, to unravel the countless mysteries of the world.

While Wang Yan was deep in thought, thousands of Demon Cultivators hurriedly flew out from the Nameless Mountain in the distance, landing beneath Wang Yan, all kneeling on the ground.

"Subordinates pay respects to the Demon Wolf King."

"Junior greets the Demon Wolf King."

These Demon Cultivators knelt trembling at Wang Yan's feet, too afraid to raise their heads.

Wang Yan raised his hand, a gray haze materializing, and asked, "Have any of you seen this thing?"

The Demon Cultivators lifted their heads to take a closer look, and several immediately responded.

"Subordinates have seen it, in Xianyang City."

"Yes, it was in Xianyang."

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Upon hearing this, Wang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "I see, then let's go attack Xianyang City."

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