"If it was before, I wouldn't dare, but now... look at you all. The only ones left are the two of you, both heavily injured. Do you really think you're my match?" Qing Lang laughed loudly, his eyes filled with lecherous intent as they lingered on Wan Fei.

Upon hearing Qing Lang's words, Wan Fei's expression grew colder, though she knew that, at this moment, they were no match for Qing Lang and his group.

"Another time, I'll get my revenge. Once I regain my strength, I'll deal with these bastards," Wan Fei thought, her mind set on vengeance.

"Humph, you want to steal a wolf? Just how poor is your Qing Lang group? Fine, take the wolf. Chang Ying, let's go!" Wan Fei decisively turned to leave.

"Stop!" Qing Lang's eyes turned cold when he saw Wan Fei walking away so decisively. He immediately shouted.

"What, do you want to fight me? Although I'm injured, do you really think you can take advantage of me?" Wan Fei said coldly.

Qing Lang wasn't bothered by Wan Fei's threatening tone. He sneered, "Chang Ying can leave, but you must stay. We've come all this way not just for the white wolf king. We want to taste the flavor of Wan Lao Hu. Once we're done with you, we'll cripple your dantian, and then you can leave."

When Wan Fei saw the lewd look in Qing Lang's eyes, she understood that these people were serious.

They weren’t foolish. They wouldn’t leave her alive to come back for revenge later. They would make sure she was completely dealt with.

Looking at the bodies of her fallen comrades, Wan Fei felt a deep sadness. She had hoped this hunt would bring great profits, but now all her men were dead, and they had lost everything.

"Since you want me dead, I'll take two of you with me!" Wan Fei resolved. Just as she was about to act, a lazy voice interrupted.

"Who killed my pet? You’d better pay up!"

Everyone looked around, confused. A pet? Was the white wolf king his pet?

Seizing the moment of their confusion, a figure quickly appeared next to the white wolf king. With practiced precision, he pulled out a dagger, split the wolf’s skull, and retrieved a green beast core, placing it into a porcelain bottle.

Realization dawned on everyone: this kid wasn’t here to help, he was here to loot.

Wan Fei and Chang Ying had been hopeful, but upon seeing the boy's youthful face, both felt disappointed. He couldn’t be older than seventeen, and what could a kid like him do to help them?

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"Who are you?" Qing Lang finally recognized the boy and asked with a malicious grin. "I, Qing Lang, have lived so long, and no one has dared to steal from me. You’re the first!"

The boy blinked and looked surprised. "No one’s dared steal from you?"

"That's right," one of Qing Lang's men snickered, "No one has dared take anything from Qing Lang."

The boy, completely harmless in appearance, said in an innocent tone, "As a man, you must have had a woman you liked, right? Given your looks, did anyone ever steal her from you?"

"Have you ever been to an auction? Seen something you wanted but couldn’t afford, and watched someone else outbid you?"

He paused before adding with a grin, "And judging by your strength, it looks like you’re not as good as Auntie here. I bet when you’ve hunted spirit beasts, stronger opponents have stolen your prey, right?"

The boy continued, "And now, this beast core... looks like I stole it from you."

His completely serious delivery made both sides’ faces fall.

Wan Fei was momentarily pleased with the boy's words. "At least he’s avenging me!" But then she froze. The boy just called her 'Auntie'?

She fumed internally. "What? I’m only twenty-two! This kid’s dead!"

Qing Lang’s expression darkened. His earlier tough talk was now being mocked by this boy. The boy’s words, every single one, hit Qing Lang where it hurt. It was as if the boy was slapping him in the face.

The one most amused by the situation was Chang Ying.

Chang Ying, a thick-skinned man, didn’t care about the boy's jab at Wan Fei. Instead, he clasped his hands and smiled at the boy. "Little brother, you hit the nail on the head. That old fool loves to brag, but it’s good to see someone call him out!"

"Kid, you’ll regret coming to this world!" Qing Lang's eyes turned cold as he glared at the boy. He was already plotting ways to make this kid wish he had never been born.

"Old Three, go grab him!" Qing Lang ordered.

The man named Old Three, who had spoken earlier, was a burly young man about 1.7 meters tall. His mouth was large, and his body was muscular. His cultivation was at the Yellow Rank, Eighth Stage.

Old Three stepped forward, cracking his knuckles as he sneered, "Kid, you’d better kneel and surrender, or I’ll break your limbs."

The boy grinned and mockingly repeated, "You’d better kneel and surrender, or I’ll break your limbs."

Hearing this, everyone started laughing.

"Old Three, did you hear that? This kid wants to break your limbs! Hahaha..." someone else mocked.

Old Three was caught off guard by the boy's bravery. He roared in anger and charged at the boy, his hand turning into a claw.

When Old Three attacked, the boy just shook his head and sighed. Accustomed to the fast and fierce attacks of the wolf pack, this strike from Old Three felt painfully slow.

"Unwilling to listen? Fine, I’ll break your limbs!" the boy declared as his body blurred into a streak of smoke, rushing straight at Old Three.

"Right hand, break!"

In the stunned silence, the boy's punch landed on Old Three’s right arm with a loud crack.

"Left leg, break!" Without losing momentum, the boy’s right foot slammed into Old Three’s left knee.

Crack! The sound of another bone snapping echoed as Old Three staggered, falling to one knee.

"Is that it? Kneeling with one leg? Are you proposing? Sorry, I’m not interested in men!" The boy’s voice was full of disdain, and he raised his foot again.

Another crack rang out as Old Three’s right knee gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, both knees now on the dirt.