Outside Zhenlang Pass, the sound of horns shook the heavens and the earth.

Chen Feng stood atop the city wall, his newly ascended Heavenly King realm aura as vast and unfathomable as the sea, with faint golden lightning crackling around him. He looked down, watching the human army surge out of the pass like a black torrent, sweeping towards the werewolf territory. Iron armor gleamed coldly, battle banners fluttered in the wind, and every warrior's eyes burned with an unwavering belief in victory.

"Reporting to King Chen! The First Legion has breached the Wolf Clan's eastern fortress!"

"The Second Army is encountering fierce resistance and requests reinforcements!"

"The Third Legion's decapitation strike was a success; three Wolf Clan elders have been killed!"

Battle reports converged on Chen Feng's ears through a sound transmission array. He narrowed his eyes slightly; his newly acquired Heavenly King Realm perception allowed him to clearly grasp every detail of the battlefield within a hundred miles.

"Master," Chen Feng turned to look at Di Fengtianwang, who had appeared beside him at some point, "the werewolf patriarch has not yet shown himself."

Di Fengtianwang, his silver hair flowing, scanned the distance with lightning speed: "The old wolf is cunning; he will surely be hiding in the shadows, waiting for his chance. You just underwent a tribulation, which took a toll on your health. You should recuperate first; I will protect you."

Chen Feng shook his head, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "No need. This disciple intends to use battle to sustain himself and solidify his cultivation." He pointed northwest, "The qi and blood fluctuations there are abnormal; it's probably where the main force of the wolf clan is located."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Feng had already transformed into a golden light and soared into the sky. Di Fengtian chuckled lightly, his figure gradually becoming ethereal, following him like a shadow.

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Inside Blood Moon Valley, the sacred land of the werewolf clan, thousands of elite werewolves stood ready. They surrounded an ancient altar, upon which stood a three-zhang-tall statue of a wolf-headed human, its entire body blood-red, radiating a suffocating aura.

Before the statue, an old man draped in animal skins knelt on the ground, chanting ancient incantations. As the incantations continued, one after another, the werewolves around the altar slit their wrists, sprinkling their blood onto the statue.

"Great Wolf God, grant us the power to destroy the human invaders!" The old man looked up, revealing a pair of completely blood-red eyes. He was Bloodfang, the werewolf chieftain, his face contorted, his fangs protruding, already in a semi-wolf state.

The statue began to absorb blood, and strange patterns appeared on its surface. The Bloodfang Clan Chief's aura rose steadily, showing a faint tendency to break through the limits of the Heavenly King Realm.

"Oh no! They're activating ancient bloodlines!" Di Fengtianwang's voice echoed in Chen Feng's mind. "We must stop the ritual from completing!"

Chen Feng no longer concealed himself and plummeted straight down from the clouds, crashing into the center of the altar like a golden meteorite.

"Human Chen Feng is here!"

The sound was like thunder, causing the werewolves around the altar to bleed from their ears and noses. The instant Chen Feng landed, he formed hand seals: "Heavenly Saint Transformation Technique - Dharma Image Technique!"

A ten-zhang-tall golden giant reappeared, stomping towards the altar. The Bloodfang Clan Chief roared, his body swelling to a five-meter-tall crimson wolf to meet the attack. The two terrifying forces collided, the shockwave instantly turning dozens of werewolves around them into a bloody mist.

"You little brat, you're courting death!" Blood Fang uttered in human language, his claws unleashing five streaks of blood-red light that slashed deep cracks into Chen Feng's golden Dharma body.

Chen Feng was slightly startled; this old wolf's strength far surpassed that of the Four Heavenly Kings. He dared not be careless, and his Dharma Image clasped his hands together: "Sealing Wolf Sword Technique - Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"

Countless golden sword energies erupted from the Dharma Image's palm, pouring down like a torrential rain. Blood Fang roared to the sky, and a blood-red barrier appeared around his body, blocking most of the sword energies. A few sword energies that broke through the barrier pierced into his body, but were forcibly expelled by the contraction of his muscles.

"Is that all you've got?" Blood Fang sneered, suddenly spitting out a jet of blood. The blood jet swelled in the wind, transforming into a giant blood-red python that coiled around Chen Feng's Dharma Image.

Chen Feng suddenly felt his blood and qi stagnate, and his magical form showed signs of collapse. At this critical moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a silver sword light poured down like the Milky Way from the heavens, cleaving the blood-red python in two.

"What kind of skill is it to bully the younger generation? Old Wolf, your opponent is me." Di Fengtian King stepped through the air, a silver longsword in his hand emitting a chilling light.

Bloodfang's pupils contracted: "Di Feng! You actually took action yourself!"

"Master." Chen Feng seized the opportunity to dispel the magical form and revert to his original form. "Leave this old wolf to me; you go and deal with the other powerful wolf clan members."

Di Feng glanced at his disciple, seeing his determined gaze, and nodded slightly: "Be careful, he has activated part of the ancient bloodline." With that, he flashed and attacked the other wolf clan experts around the altar.

Seeing Di Feng leave, Bloodfang's eyes flashed with a cunning glint: "Kid, you think you can beat me in a one-on-one fight?"

Chen Feng did not answer, but clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and his internal energy and mental power began to circulate in a special way. This was a new technique he had learned during his tribulation—integrating the power of the heavenly tribulation into himself.

"Playing tricks!" Blood Fang stomped the ground, causing cracks to appear within a hundred-meter radius. Countless blood spikes emerged from the cracks, piercing towards Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's figure moved swiftly, weaving through the blood thorns like a willow catkin in the wind. The energy between his hands grew stronger and stronger, with faint flashes of purple-gold lightning visible.

Unable to break through his defenses, Bloodfang grew increasingly ferocious. He roared to the sky, and the statue on the altar suddenly shattered, a beam of blood-red light flowing into his body. His figure swelled again, reaching a height of ten meters, with three bone spurs sprouting from his back, his aura terrifying beyond measure.

"You've forced me to fully activate my ancient bloodline; you have every reason to be proud!" Bloodfang's voice turned hoarse and deep. "Now, die!"

He swung his claws down, and even before the claws arrived, the terrifying pressure caused the ground beneath Chen Feng's feet to cave in three feet. At the critical moment, Chen Feng finally completed his charged attack, and thrust out with both palms:

"Heavenly Tribulation Sword Formation!"

The purple-gold lightning between his hands suddenly erupted, transforming into eighty-one sword energies imbued with the power of heavenly tribulation, forming a profound array in the air. The sword energies collided with the blood claws, unleashing a deafening roar.

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