No title, no marriage? Do you think I'm some kind of lapdog?

The wolf pack has gone mad.

Su Chuang leaned against the car window.

He watched helplessly as a gray wolf with its belly ripped open crawled forward, carrying its own intestines in its mouth.

His green eyes were filled with a murderous glint.

"Mom, Mom..."

"Why isn't this thing dead yet...?"

Su Chuang's lips trembled so much that he could barely speak.

Xu Mengran pulled him back into the carriage, holding the sword horizontally in front of her.

"Lie down properly!"

"Don't stick your butt out!"

Outside, shouts of killing, howls of wolves, and the muffled thuds of blades cutting into bone mingled together.

Yue Fei's voice was like a stabilizing force, piercing through all the noise:

"Mo Dao Guards! Change to circular formation!"

"Protect the central army!"

Upon receiving the order, all 151 Mo Dao Guards immediately sprang into action.

They abandoned their forward advance, quickly closing in, blades pointing outwards, forming an impenetrable iron barrel, protecting the carriage in the very center.

The wolf pack rushed in.

"Pfft—!"

"Snap—!"

The Mo Dao was swung in a wide arc, and with each strike, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

But there were too many wolves.

One was killed, and two more were brought in to replace it.

Some wolves have become clever; instead of pouncing from the front, they dart along the ground and specifically target people's ankles.

The armor is thick and cannot be bitten through, but the force of the impact can make a person stagger.

"ah--!"

One of the Mo Dao guards was pounced on by three wolves at the same time. Although he was immediately pulled up by his companions, a piece of armor on his leg was torn off, and blood spurted out.

The voice in Su Chuang's mind kept ringing:

Military Merit +1

Military Merit +1

Military Merit +1

……

It's like a death knell.

He huddled in the corner of the carriage, holding his head, trembling all over, looking like a scared coward.

But his eyes were fixed on the numbers flashing on the virtual panel—

[Cumulative Military Merits: 687]

enough.

He closed his eyes and silently recited, "Complete exchange."

[Exchange: 149 Xuanjia Modao Guards]

[Current total number of Mo Dao Guards: 300]

[Remaining Military Merits: 0]

No one saw that 149 dark figures suddenly appeared in the woods at the edge of the battlefield.

The same black armor, the same long-handled sword.

They emerged from the shadows and silently joined the battle.

Three hundred people.

The full three hundred Xuanjia Modao Guards were finally assembled.

Yue Fei's eyes lit up.

The command flag changed again: "Arrowhead! Pierce through!"

"drink--!"

Three hundred people roared in unison, their voices echoing through the valley.

The formation has changed.

One hundred people in the front row, holding their long swords horizontally, stepped forward.

One hundred men in the middle row, swords raised overhead, ready to strike at any moment.

One hundred men in the back row, with knives dragging behind them, were there to fill in and strangle the enemy.

They were like a moving wall of knives, slowly pushing forward.

The wolf pounced, crashed into the wall of knives, and was cut in two.

Blood mist filled the air, and bits of flesh flew everywhere.

But the wolf pack was still fearless.

The golden knife in Su Chuang's arms was incredibly hot; you could feel the heat even through his clothes.

He reached out with trembling hands.

The scribbled Xiongnu character on the blade was emitting a faint red glow, flickering like it was breathing.

Deep in the forest, the shaman draped in animal skin raised his bone staff once more.

He was muttering incantations in a high-pitched, thin voice, like a ghost wailing.

The wolf pack went even crazier.

Some of them, whose front legs had been cut off, hopped forward using their remaining three legs.

Some of their heads were split in half, and they were still opening their mouths as if trying to bite someone.

"Damn it..."

"Are these things endless?"

One of the Mo Dao guards cursed.

Yue Fei also realized it.

You can't kill all the wolves.

It's not that they can't be killed off; it's that the shaman is causing trouble.

As long as the shaman is still around, these wolves will never feel pain or fear.

"Zilong!" Yue Fei turned and called out.

Zhao Yun had just pierced a black wolf when he flicked his spear, sending the wolf's carcass flying: "Here!"

"That shaman!" Yue Fei pointed his spear at the forest. "Kill him!"

"Here you go!"

Zhao Yun flashed and was already three zhang away.

The gleaming silver spear cleared the way, its flashes like snowflakes, and wherever it passed, wolf carcasses flew everywhere.

But just as he rushed out a dozen steps, seven or eight exceptionally strong black wolves suddenly sprang out of the woods and blocked his path.

These wolves had dark green eyes and fangs that were half a inch longer than other wolves; they were clearly the shaman's personal guards.

Zhao Yun was entangled.

Su Chuang peered out the car window, sweating profusely with anxiety.

The golden knife in his arms grew hotter and hotter, and the red light on its blade grew stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, a "ding" sounded in his mind—

[Special energy fluctuations detected]

[Analysis in progress...]

[Energy Source: Hunnic Shaman Bone Staff (Beast Spirit Totem)]

[Solution: Use malevolent energy to dispel the spirit]

[Recommendation: Use a golden knife (stained with shaman's blood) to cut the bone staff]

Su Chuang was taken aback.

Golden Knife?

Sever the bone staff?

But he doesn't know martial arts!

He glanced outside. Zhao Yun was tightly bound by the wolf pack and couldn't break through anytime soon.

Yue Fei was directing the battle and couldn't leave his post.

Xu Mengran...

"Sister Xu!"

Su Chuang suddenly tugged at her sleeve.

"what?"

Xu Mengran was keeping her eyes on the battle outside, without turning her head.

"That one with the stick..."

"He...he seems to be chanting a spell..."

Su Chuang pointed tremblingly at the shaman in the woods.

Xu Mengran followed his finger and her expression changed: "The shaman's beast-driving must be interrupted!"

"But, but how can I interrupt it..." Su Chuang said with a mournful face.

Xu Mengran gritted her teeth, grabbed her sword, and exclaimed, "I'll go!"

"No!" Su Chuang grabbed her arm. "Are you going to your death?"

"What should we do?!" Xu Mengran exclaimed anxiously.

Su Chuang's eyes darted around, and suddenly he pulled out the golden knife from his pocket.

The blade flashed red light, burning his palms.

"This...this thing..."

"It seems...it seems like I can counter him..."

Su Chuang stammered.

Xu Mengran stared at the golden knife, her eyes lighting up: "Where did you get that?"

"Robbed, robbed..." Su Chuang shrank back, "from Wanyan Zongbi..."

"Give it to me!" Xu Mengran reached out to take it.

Su Chuang shrank back, saying, "You...you don't know how to use...this knife is strange..."

As he spoke, he suddenly gritted his teeth, pushed open the car door, and jumped out.

"Are you crazy?!" Xu Mengran screamed.

Su Chuang ignored her, clutching the golden knife, crouching low, and trembling as he shuffled toward the edge of the battlefield.

He deliberately chose to walk in places with few people, muttering to himself as he went:

"You can't see me...you can't see me..."

A wolf actually pounced on him.

Before he could even get close, he was cleaved away by a single slash from a Mo Dao Guard.

When Yue Fei saw him in the ranks, his expression changed: "My lord! Go back!"

Su Chuang pretended not to hear and continued to inch forward.

The golden knife in his arms grew hotter and hotter, and its red light grew stronger and stronger.

Deep in the forest, the shaman also saw him.

Their eyes met, and the shaman grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Then he raised his bone staff and pointed it at him.

"Awooo—!"

Three black wolves broke away from the pack and charged straight at Su Chuang.

"My lord, be careful!"

Zhao Yun roared from afar, but he was entangled by seven or eight wolves and couldn't break free for the time being.

The black wolf pounced closer—

Su Chuang suddenly cried out "Ouch!" and slipped, falling flat on his face.

The golden knife flew out of his hand and landed on the ground with a clang.

The red light on the blade suddenly surged, so bright that it was blinding.

The three black wolves rushed towards the red light, but suddenly seemed to have crashed into a wall, howling as they were sent flying backward.

The shaman's expression changed, and he chanted the incantation even more rapidly.

The skull at the top of the bone staff began to emit black smoke.

Su Chuang crawled forward on his hands and feet, and grabbed the golden knife.

The knife handle burned his palms, causing blisters, but he didn't let go.

He looked up at the shaman.

The shaman was also looking at him.

The two were more than a hundred paces apart, with a battlefield of flying blood and flesh in between them.

Su Chuang suddenly smiled.

That smile was completely different from his usual cowardly demeanor—cold, ruthless, and with a reckless, crazy energy.

He stood up, supporting himself with the golden knife, the tip pointing at the shaman:

"you……"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was crystal clear:

"Are you fucking chanting scriptures?"

The shaman was taken aback.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Su Chuang made his move.

He didn't charge in—with his mediocre skills, charging in would be suicide.

He raised the golden knife above his head and, with all his might, hurled it fiercely towards the shaman!

The blade transformed into a streak of red light and vanished into the sky.

The shaman's expression changed drastically, and he raised his bone staff to block.

It's too late.

"Pfft!"

The golden knife pierced precisely into the skull at the top of the bone staff.

"Snap—!"

The bone staff broke instantly.

The black smoke hissed and dissipated.

The shaman coughed up a mouthful of black blood and fell backward.

The wolf pack fell silent instantly.

The wolves that were still pouncing and biting froze as if their souls had been ripped out.

The reckless glint in his green eyes slowly faded.

Instead, there was bewilderment, followed by fear.

"Awooo—"

One wolf turned and ran away.

Then came the second horse, the third horse...

In the blink of an eye, the wolf pack scattered and fled into the depths of the forest, disappearing completely.

The battlefield was littered with wolf carcasses.

Blood flowed down the hillside, forming small streams.

silence.

A deathly silence.

Everyone was stunned.

This includes Yue Fei, Zhao Yun, and Xu Mengran.

They looked at Su Chuang.

Su Chuang remained in the position of throwing his knife, standing amidst a pile of wolf carcasses, panting heavily.

Then, his legs went weak and he knelt down with a thud.

"Oh my god...that scared me to death..."