The moon rose to its highest point, draping the land in a silvery-white coat. This serene and beautiful night should have been tranquil and pleasant, but it was shattered by violence.
As Su Mo entered the battlefield, the tide of the battle shifted dramatically. Almost single-handedly, he shattered the morale of the beast horde, sending them scattering in panic.
Just as he thought the beast tide was about to retreat, three powerful demon beasts descended upon the battlefield.
On the city wall, Yun Hui frowned at the sight. “Why are they here?”
As Yun Fei’s most capable right-hand man, he was well-informed and immediately recognized the three powerful enemies rushing to reinforce the horde.
Blood-Eye White Tiger, born with crimson eyes, was notoriously bloodthirsty. Renowned for its fierce combat prowess and savage nature, it was one of the strongest beings in the Hundred Beasts Forest.
Demon-Sound Bat, skilled in sonic wave attacks, often killed its victims unnoticed. It was equally infamous as the Blood-Eye White Tiger.
Giant Ant possessed no special abilities—just sheer, overwhelming strength. Even Yun Fei had once suffered a defeat at its hands. It, too, ranked among the strongest in the Hundred Beasts Forest.
All three were at the peak of fourth rank, comparable to fifth rank.
Yun Hui called over his deputy, briefed him on the necessary tasks, then leaped down and hurried toward Su Mo to offer assistance.
“Why are you here?”
“Be careful, Immortal. These three are not to be trifled with. I’ve come to help you.”
“Are they all fifth rank?” Su Mo felt a tightness in his chest.
“No, they’re fourth rank.”
“Tch, you scared me for a moment.” Su Mo relaxed and shot him a confident look. “As long as they’re not fifth rank, I’ll crush them like bugs!”
Yun Hui gazed thoughtfully at Su Mo’s slender, elegant figure, which now seemed incredibly imposing. He didn’t think Su Mo was boasting—instead, he felt he had underestimated Su Mo’s strength.
“Right, he’s an immortal from the outside world—a true immortal,” Yun Hui murmured to himself.
Suddenly, a dangerous aura swept over him.
Yun Hui snapped his head up and realized Su Mo had already moved far ahead. The demon beasts, who had been beaten into questioning their life choices, were now closing in on him. Their eyes seemed to say:
“If we can’t beat her, can’t we at least beat you?”
Yun Hui spat in disdain, drew his sword, and charged into battle. His C-rank strength was still far beyond what these mostly E-rank, occasionally D-rank demon beasts could handle.
He fought as he moved, and the entire battlefield shifted with him.
Cheers erupted from the city wall.
“Steward Yun Hui is truly legendary! He’s single-handedly leading the beast tide by the nose!”
“Yeah, As expected the second strongest in our Yun City. No wonder the City Lord’s sister has feelings for him.”
“Hey, watch your words! You got a death wish or something?”
“All of you, shut up! If you have too much energy to spare, I wouldn’t mind letting you play hero too.”
Onlooker #1: “…”
Onlooker #2: “…”
Meanwhile, Su Mo, bathed in starlight and moonlight (literally), advanced toward the three Beast Kings, his presence no less imposing.
“Human, you are far too arrogant.” The Demon-Sound Bat actually spoke in human tongue.
Su Mo raised his Tetanus Blade, its rust-covered surface stained red with blood. He produced a cloth from somewhere and began meticulously wiping the blade. “I’ll give you a chance: retreat now.”
As he spoke, his eyes faintly began to redden, and the aura of Yazi—the wrathful essence of his Fury Art—flickered around him.
As one of the nine sons of the Dragon God, even a wisp of Yazi’s aura was enough to make the three beasts pale in terror.
The Blood-Eye White Tiger cried out in disbelief, “Impossible! How could a human possess the legacy of Yazi? It should be mine!”
Su Mo sneered. “Are you sure?”
His eyes grew increasingly red, and the Yazi aura around him intensified, purer and far more potent than the bootleg version the Blood-Eye White Tiger carried.
“You… a human, dare to steal the legacy of us beast kin? I will take it back! Roar—” The Blood-Eye White Tiger pounced at Su Mo.
Its massive body descended like a mountain, radiating immense pressure.
“Bootleg version’s just a bootleg. Can’t handle the truth? What, feeling called out?”
The tiger’s sharp claws met the Tetanus Blade. Crack! The claws snapped.
Fury Art, fully unleashed!
Human and tiger locked eyes. The Blood-Eye White Tiger shuddered involuntarily, the crimson in its eyes fading significantly before its mountain-like body collapsed with a thunderous crash.
“Roar—” Its cry was no longer fierce but more like a meek kitten seeking forgiveness.
Su Mo’s gaze was icy, his blade even colder. But the Blood-Eye White Tiger’s blood was still warm.
He pulled the blade from the tiger’s chest, and a fountain of blood sprayed three meters high.
“Strong? One slash, one kill.” Having instantly slain the Blood-Eye White Tiger, Su Mo was brimming with arrogance.
The Demon-Sound Bat and the Giant Ant exchanged glances, both now considering retreat.
“Human, how dare you kill one of our beast kin’s generals!”
“It asked for it with its disrespect. What, you two want to join it?”
“Hmph, we’ll let you off this time.” The Demon-Sound Bat swiftly turned and let out a piercing screech.
Upon hearing the retreat order, the beast horde frantically scrambled back, making sure to keep their distance from Su Mo as they fled.
No matter how fast Su Mo walked, a circular area with a radius of about five meters always remained clear around him.
Occasionally, he’d playfully dart to the side, causing the demon beasts there to screech and scatter as if avoiding a plague.
No—in their eyes, this human girl was far more terrifying than any plague.
Whenever they trampled over each other in their panic to avoid him, Su Mo would flash a “sweet” smile.
As the beast tide retreated, a youth of about seventeen or eighteen led several dozen men in pursuit, harassing them to prevent them from taking the corpses of other demon beasts.
The young man only stopped when he caught up to Su Mo, utterly stunned by the scene before him.
The “young woman” stood with disheveled hair, blood still staining her face. Under the moonlight, her cold, delicate features appeared both mysterious and maddening. For a moment, every man present was spellbound.
“Young City Lord, has the beast tide at the south gate retreated? Why are you here?” Yun Hui’s arrival broke the spell for the group of men.
“Oh, I—I came.” The youth called Young City Lord couldn’t take his eyes off Su Mo.
Afraid Su Mo would take offense, Yun Hui quickly pulled the Young City Lord’s arm and said, “This is Immortal Su Mo. The retreat of the east gate beast tide is entirely thanks to her efforts.”
“Young City Lord Yun Shan, greetings, Immortal Sister.” Yun Shan clasped his hands in salute.
“Hmm, don’t call me sister.” Su Mo frowned.
A flicker of disappointment passed through Yun Shan’s eyes, but he soon perked up again. “Ah, you do seem younger than me. Then I’ll call you Immortal Little Sister.”
Su Mo nearly choked on a wave of ancient phlegm. “Ahem, young man, you’re courting death.”
Despite the words, Yun Shan could tell there was no real killing intent. So he changed his address again. “Then I’ll stick with Immortal Sister. It sounds more respectful.”
Su Mo’s gaze swept over Yun Shan’s face. What a fine young general he was.
With jade-like features, starry eyes, and sword-sharp eyebrows, he was even more handsome than Su Mo’s original body… Wait, no—I’m still the most handsome!
He stole another glance.
Well, true, he’s not as handsome as me.