Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Chapter 4609 Those who oppose me shall perish

The resonating echo of the silver wolf's howl, while undeniably potent, failed to divert the attention of the assembled observers. Whether they were members of the martial academy, adherents of the Black Mountain Gate, or simply itinerant cultivators, their collective focus remained fixed upon the unfolding confrontation. The contest between the venerable Old Mountain Demon and the majestic silver wolf held their undivided attention, the question of ultimate dominance hanging in the air.

Unfortunately, the sheer velocity of both combatants rendered the engagement a spectacle of rapid, near-indiscernible motion. The Old Mountain Demon and the silver wolf exchanged blows with such speed that their movements blurred into fleeting shadows. A palpable energy radiated from their point of contact, creating a turbulent atmosphere that rippled outward, affecting the surrounding environment.

Muchen and Muyue, positioned behind the engaged parties, remained remarkably unaffected by the surging pressure. The ancient divine beasts residing within their young forms provided a natural buffer against the turbulent forces. However, the relentless air currents, generated by the ferocity of the combat, caused a slight discomfort, reddening their delicate features.

With a protective instinct, Muchen turned, enfolding his sister within his arms, effectively shielding her from the abrasive winds. However, the exposed dorsal surface of his hand, vulnerable to the swirling currents, sustained a minor laceration, a thin trickle of blood staining his pale skin.

"Insolence!" Hao'er, witnessing the peril faced by his younger siblings, and the sight of Muchen's blood, felt a surge of incandescent rage. His typically stoic expression twisted into a mask of fury. However, his attempts to intervene were thwarted by the constricting immortal-tying rope, which tightened with each exertion.

Muyue, her head tilted back within Muchen's embrace, observed the crimson streaks marring her twin brother's skin. "Brother, you are injured!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in a pitch of childish alarm, her eyes flashing with a fierce protectiveness.

Muchen, his lips pressed together in silent resolve, offered no response, instead tightening his hold on her, pressing her head against his chest to ensure her safety.

The silver wolf, perhaps alerted by Muyue's cry, glanced back and observed the crimson streaks marring Muchen's pristine robe. The stark contrast of the bright red blood against the pale fabric ignited a primal fury within the creature.

With a menacing grin, it lunged forward, its teeth sinking into the Old Mountain Demon's arm.

"Agh!" A sharp cry, laced with pain and fear, echoed through the air. The Old Mountain Demon, unable to extricate himself from the wolf's powerful grip, retaliated with a forceful palm strike. However, this action proved to be his undoing. The silver wolf, seizing the opportunity, clamped down with renewed ferocity, severing the limb from its socket. The Old Mountain Demon's body, caught off guard, failed to evade the retaliatory blow.

"Old Predecessor!" The assembled onlookers erupted in a chorus of horrified exclamations, their eyes wide with disbelief. They recoiled, their voices trembling, as they witnessed the Old Mountain Demon's severed arm, the bloody wound, and the silver wolf's grisly trophy.

The Old Mountain Demon, his face contorted in agony, clutched at the gaping wound, his pale hand quickly becoming saturated with blood. The crimson fluid flowed unchecked, dripping onto the ground and staining the earth.

He stumbled backward, his forehead glistening with cold sweat, his gaze fixed on the silver wolf, a malevolent intent burning in his eyes. "Those who obey me will live! Those who oppose me shall perish! I want none of you to survive!" he roared, his voice a venomous declaration of vengeance.