In the night sky, dark clouds churned, hanging so low they seemed almost ready to press down against the earth. Rain was about to fall, casting a stifling gloom over the pitch-black, forest-covered expanse of the vast plain.
Qin Ming stood on the dirt road, flanked on both sides by dense rows of trees. Looking toward the far end of the woodland, he saw a burly figure clad entirely in shimmering silver had already emerged.
An autumn breeze swept past, shaking loose countless yellow leaves from the branches lining the road. They fluttered and rustled in the wind, carrying a bleak chill.
Qin Ming sighed. If he were guided strictly by reason, he should withdraw immediately. Facing a Fourth Realm behemoth, he had no chance of victory whatsoever.
Yet he could not bring himself to turn away.
If he retreated, not a single soul in the nearby town would survive. Smashed homes, bodies of the young and old strewn across the ground, streets soaked in blood—he could already envision the carnage.
Ahead, the ground shuddered. With every step the humanoid silver war beast took, the earth fractured underfoot. Resembling a hulking, gleaming metallic giant, it exuded overwhelming power and ruthless cold.
Naturally, it spotted Qin Ming. Its eyes were icy; then its mouth split into a grin, though the smile appeared chilling and bloodthirsty. Within its gaping maw, sharp fangs vented puffs of white mist, inspiring dread.
"Maybe... fall back. You can't stop it," the Thunder King Bird spoke up. It knew all too well how terrifying such a monster was; a single roar from it had nearly knocked the bird out of the sky.
"Stay in the air. Don't come down," Qin Ming said.
No matter what, he had to fight another round. Even if he could only stall for time, perhaps one of the senior experts would arrive to back him up.
With a sharp crack, an arc of lightning tore across the abyss-like expanse of the high sky. Amid the late-autumn chill, a drizzle began to patter down.
Qin Ming gripped his mutton-fat jade iron saber, his gaze profound, standing square in the middle of the road to intercept this Fourth Realm behemoth.
"Be careful! If you can't match it, don't force yourself!" the Thunder King Bird warned anxiously, dreading having to collect his corpse.
Previously, it had served as Qin Ming's mount only because it was compelled by the status of Yao Ruoxian, the fourth princess of Dayu. But after spending time together, it had become genuinely willing to follow him.
The silver war beast arrived. Its six-meter-tall humanoid frame was extraordinarily thick and burly, and its breath was scalding hot, like white fireworks—a clear manifestation of immensely potent beast essence.
It understood human speech and said, "A long time ago, you short runts were like crops in the fields. As time rolled on, you actually managed to make something of yourselves."
In the past, certain behemoths were excessively savage and bloody. For the various races of Yezhou, that era was a nightmare too horrible to recall.
Qin Ming did not mind exchanging a few words to stall until senior reinforcements arrived. He replied, "As you said, that was long ago. Where are you now? Accept the fact that you've been discarded by history!"
"You are mistaken. The behemoths merely retreated; they did not vanish. Stronger clans exist across the distant lands—they simply look down on this backwater for the moment. The distant world is far more magnificent, with boundless, splendid landscapes." As the silver war beast exhaled, its breath carried the rumble of wind and thunder, sending rolling waves of heat outward, while its blood-colored maw opened and shut with sheer ferocity.
It continued, "When the gods of the behemoth race cast their gaze upon this place once more, you will cease to exist entirely."
Qin Ming flicked his mutton-fat jade iron saber with a finger and scoffed, "Still boasting? Looking back, in the final phase, you were beaten like dogs and fled into the depths of the night mist. You talk as if you were the victors."
The humanoid behemoth stepped forward, shattering the ground. Its entire frame radiated silver light as a hand as large as a winnowing basket swung toward Qin Ming. Cruelty and bloodlust were the true nature of its kind.
"What's the rush? Let's chat a bit more. I won't bring up your sore spots again—I'll even praise your ancestors for how domineering they used to be. How about it?" Qin Ming shot backward, evading the blow.
He had already measured his opponent's strength. Straining with all his might, even the mutton-fat jade iron saber could only slice into its flesh without harming the bone.
Clashing head-on with it right now offered no chance of victory; it was certain death.
He wanted to enrage the creature, making it lose its composure while he fought on the move.
The silver behemoth's only shortcoming was that its speed was somewhat lacking compared to what was typical for its realm. Even so, against someone of a lower realm, it could easily keep pace.
With a booming crash, trees burst apart. The humanoid war beast pressed forward, plowing through century-old trees as a foot large as a skiff stomped straight toward Qin Ming.
Qin Ming drew a deep breath and raised the mutton-fat jade iron saber. In an instant, five-colored blade radiance shot forth like divine rainbows, illuminating the entire woodland. As biting chill erupted, endless yellow leaves rustled down before bursting apart one after another.
Against a Fourth Realm war beast, every strike had to be a trump card.
Silver light flared in the silver behemoth's pupils. Though brutal, it was not entirely reckless; its foot shifted sideways in a flash, avoiding a direct clash against the blade edge.
The mutton-fat jade iron saber in Qin Ming's hands adapted instantly, targeting one of the creature's toes. Even if his limited strength meant he was no match and could not grievously wound it, he had to find a way to inflict pain, goading it into giving chase so he could draw it away from Qingfeng Town.
Within the woodland, large swathes of ancient trees shattered. As the behemoth and Qin Ming shifted, the timber was either smashed by the burly physique or disintegrated by heavenly light.
With a squelch, the silver war beast caught a blade strike on its foot. This time, it let out a low roar, its expression turning ferocious and its face almost twisting in rage.
Blood splattered from its foot, staining the forest floor red. Silver-white flesh rolled back, and the bone within was nicked; the blade edge had bitten into the joint.
Its little toe was nearly as thick as an adult human's leg. With thin skin and thick bone, this strike had finally injured the bone and sinew.
"Argh..." The pain of having a toe slashed proved difficult for the silver war beast to endure. Surging beast essence rapidly gathered to heal the wound while attempting to clamp down on the jade iron saber.
It bent low and hammered a fist downward. Its beast essence rolled like heavenly thunder, accompanied by a roaring torrent of white air currents.
Qin Ming had no choice but to withdraw his saber, shifting sideways through the night mist like a phantom to dodge the brunt of the assault.
He was inwardly shaken. The silver war beast's defense was terrifying; even with everything he had, he still failed to sever its little toe.
The only stroke of luck was that the behemoth's beast essence could not extend very far outward, leaving it largely reliant on physical combat.
Even so, the behemoth race's resilience and regenerative capability far exceeded those of other species. In just that brief moment, the wound had already stopped bleeding and begun to mend.
Enraged, the silver war beast accelerated drastically and pulled down the bone club from its back. Gleaming with a white sheen, the club was about four meters long and exceedingly heavy.
Qin Ming's expression shifted slightly. An armed behemoth was instantly far more dangerous.
In moments, the behemoth pursued him through the forest at a speed no slower than his own, swinging the club repeatedly. Any tree that took several people to encircle would shatter instantly the moment the bone club grazed it.
It was like being struck by a meteorite, brimming with appalling force.
During the chase, Qin Ming was forced to clash with it head-on using his mutton-fat jade iron saber several times. Each time, he was sent flying sideways. The arm holding the blade trembled, the soft flesh between his fingers tore open, and blood streamed freely.
That colossal strength hit like a collapsing mountain or an overflowing sea—wild, violent, and utterly irresistible.
Qin Ming's pupils shrank, his heart shuddering. Even after initially mastering the Physical Body Chapter, he had been injured to such an extent. Had it been before, his fingers and forearm would likely have snapped, with the flesh stripped right off.
The silver war beast was thirsting for blood. Seeing the opponent's crimson blood dye the hilt of the saber, it bared its teeth in a gruesome grin. "Lowly meat-crop, come at me again!"
It pushed its speed higher, crashing through the forest like a silver wall. Even the dense trees could not impede it; the bone club fell like a collapsing ridge, obliterating everything in its path.
In the past, Qin Ming had often bombarded his foes with absolute force.
Today, everything was reversed. Facing a Fourth Realm behemoth, he could only dodge its edge, striking as the weaker against the stronger.
Around him, the vapors of earth, fire, wind, and water churned. In an instant, he mobilized multiple heavenly light forces. The ground glowed crimson as subterranean fire welled up, while amidst rising mists, the rumble of wind and thunder erupted, conjuring blazing lightning in midair.
He had not combined different heavenly light forces like this in a long time, simply because there had been no need—he had been able to sweep away virtually all young adversaries.
Now, returning to his old methods, he stirred subterranean fire with heavenly thunder to bombard the silver war beast.
As he blended various potent heavenly light forces, the heavenly thunder in the air linked with the fiery radiance on the ground, creating devastating power that forced the silver behemoth to roar repeatedly. Scorched patches appeared on its body, and several spots were blasted open, leaking blood.
Yet it weathered the barrage. The so-called fusion of thunder and fire only caused superficial wounds. Even the two most terrifying bolts of lightning merely pierced into its flesh; before they could truly reach the bone, they were dissolved by its copious beast essence.
Though violent-tempered, the silver war beast possessed formidable combat instincts once engaged. Roaring, it picked up speed without pausing for an instant, charging straight through the subterranean fire and lightning bolts. Leaving afterimages in its wake, it swung the bone club to crush its opponent.
Even though Qin Ming was riding the wind and briefly taking flight, he was no faster than the giant; their speeds remained evenly matched.
Bang! Bang!
Qin Ming felt as though he were being battered by mountains. The jade iron saber in his hands buzzed and trembled; had he not bound it with adhesive force at the last moment, it surely would have been knocked from his grip and sent flying far away.
He was flung through the air by sheer brute strength several times in succession. Neither blocking with the jade iron saber nor shielding himself with a barrier of heavenly light could fully absorb the blows.
He coughed up mouthfuls of blood, feeling as though his entire body were coming apart. The beast's dense essence was terrifying, nearly scattering his heavenly light force entirely.
Boom!
Struck by the silver war beast's bone club, Qin Ming was hammered straight into a lake within the forest, sending up a spray of water over twenty meters high—a testament to the horrific velocity at which he had been blasted back.
The silver war beast plunged into the azure lake and drove a fist downward. Giant waves surged into the sky, and with its beast essence boiling, it blasted away the water in an entire section of the lake, exposing the lake bed.
Utterly berserk, it swung the bone club at its opponent once more, eager to smash him into blood and bone in a single stroke.
Qin Ming executed the Heluo Classic, shimmering in and out of sight within the water. Normally, he would have been like a fish in water, but his opponent was too overwhelming, crushing the area through sheer realm disparity.
His gaze turned profound. Closing in with his saber, he fought on the move as five-colored sword wings unfurled from his flanks, granting him brief flight to attack at high speed around the silver war beast.
This technique had been acquired through exchanges with Grandmaster Jin Yuan of the Five Elements Palace. The five-colored sword wings were exceptionally dazzling; against any other opponent, they would have cleaved through long ago.
Wings that could effortlessly shred refined iron left only a succession of shallow gashes on the silver behemoth, far from enough to slay it.
The humanoid war beast's eyes spat fury. Suffering wound after wound was not enough to claim its life, but as a Fourth Realm expert, being placed at a disadvantage and failing to crush a mere meat-crop infuriated it.
Before Qin Ming, five-colored radiance surged violently, condensing into the miniature form of a mountain. Having dodged the bone club this time, he slammed it straight toward that broad, flat face.
Caught off guard, the silver war beast jerked its head aside, taking the full brunt of the Five Elements Mountain against its shoulder. Flesh split open, and blood gushed freely.
Its massive frame staggered, losing its footing in the woods. It was forced to plant the bone club on the ground to steady itself.
Right at that moment, Qin Ming swept across the air—first with the sword wings, then with the mutton-fat jade iron saber, before his entire body erupted with blinding brilliance as a boundless torrent of five-colored divine haze surged forward.
In that instant, the Vermilion Bird, Azure Dragon, and White Tiger sacred baleful auras blended into one, merging with the blade radiance. The five-colored divine glow lit up the night sky, blasting entirely into the opponent's head at point-blank range.
The silver war beast jerked its head violently and recoiled, yet within the blinding radiance, large patches of flesh were stripped from its face.
Its facial bones were fractured, its mouth and nose drenched in blood, and several sharp teeth shattered.
Most critically, its head took repeated hits from the five-colored sacred baleful aura, splitting the scalp and cracking the skull.
"Die!" Qin Ming roared. Black and white light twined between his hands as a yin-yang diagram formed, slamming directly toward the creature's crown.
He had been waiting for an opening. He would hold back his trump cards until the decisive moment, then unleash everything to claim the beast's life.
Crack!
The giant's cranial bone fractured in a dense, web-like pattern, with bloody fragments splintering away.
"Kill!"
Qin Ming became one with his blade, his heavenly light force blazing like a scorching sun as he poured everything into the strike, determined to cleave the silver war beast in two.
Yet the silver behemoth roared, shaking the winds and clouds as lightning and thunder flashed around it, and the beast essence across its body ignited into flames.
"Boiling silver light?" Qin Ming's heart sank, recalling ancient records.
All silver war beasts possessed this ability—a total eruption of beast essence that caused their vitality to skyrocket and their combat power to surge.
Sure enough, his blade failed to cleave down.
He was caught by the boiling silver light and blasted backward.
Had the yin-yang diagram not shielded his body while the five-colored sacred baleful aura spun rapidly around him, Qin Ming likely would have been torn apart completely, enduring another catastrophic destruction of his physical form.
A wave of powerlessness washed over him. Crossing an entire major realm to slay a foe was truly too difficult; the gap between them could not be bridged by miraculous techniques alone. Even with trump cards like the sacred baleful aura, killing the giant proved elusive.
In truth, without these hidden cards, he would never have even made it close to the silver war beast before being obliterated.
For a Second Realm cultivator to wound this war beast was already defying nature. Normally, a humanoid behemoth would need only a single swing of its bone club to crush someone at that level.
Be they immortal seeds, divine seeds, or heavenly demon seeds, at the Second Realm, none of it mattered; showing up was equivalent to seeking death.
Within that boiling silver light, the silver war beast's wounds squirmed, rapidly knitting closed. Even the small skull fragments that had splintered away flew back, covered once more in silver radiance.
"Sacralization!"
Qin Ming was shaken to the core. The legends were indeed true: every silver behemoth bore extraordinary lineage, and once their silver light boiled, they could undergo preliminary sacralization.
Its skull had sealed shut!
Not only that, the war beast, having entered this state, charged forward at speeds far exceeding before. Its eyes glowed crimson, consumed by towering rage—this human had nearly killed it.
In an instant, it relentlessly brought down the bone club upon Qin Ming, backed by sacred silver light that augmented its combat power well beyond its earlier state.
Qin Ming was plunged into perilous danger, unable to break away from the beast's reach. The creature was berserk, desperate to smash him to paste with a single blow.
Across the area, the entire forest lay ruined, yellow leaves drifting down only to be blasted into dust. In the pattering rain, the silver behemoth seemed enveloped in flames. Swift as lightning, violent as a collapsing mountain or an ocean tempest, it roared as the bone club slammed down again and again.
Qin Ming coughed up mouthfuls of blood. After multiple clashes, even his mastery of the Physical Body Chapter could not withstand the onslaught. Tossed like a lone leaf in a raging sea, he was flung back repeatedly.
He knew the bones in his hands had long since shattered, his arms were fractured in multiple places, and cracks riddled the rest of his skeleton.
By now, he could barely hold the mutton-fat jade iron saber, keeping it aloft only by relying on adhesive force.
After undergoing sacralization, the silver war beast's released beast essence grew thicker and covered an even wider area.
Battered again and again by the bone club, Qin Ming could hardly grip his weapon. Struck continuously by the dense beast essence, his condition worsened drastically—from initial bone fissures to severe fractures throughout his body.
Even his internal organs were bleeding.
"The old experts still haven't shown up!" He was anxious and enraged. He had given everything he had; if this continued, he would throw his own life away.
With a heavy bang, he was blasted backward once more, completely losing his grip on the mutton-fat jade iron saber. It was only prevented from flying away because threads of golden silkworm force snagged it.
Using the momentum from that immense impact, Qin Ming channeled wind force to briefly shoot upward into the night sky.
The Thunder King Bird had been circling anxiously above. At this crucial juncture, their coordination was seamless; diving downward, it snatched him up and carried him away, escaping the deadly woodland.
Had there been any further delay, in less than three breaths, Qin Ming would have been battered to death on the forest floor.
Lying flat on the Thunder King Bird's back, Qin Ming had no strength to move. Blood seeped from his mouth, nose, and even his ears, and at least twenty bones throughout his frame were broken.
As for the shattered bones in his fingers, they counted as merely one spot.
He wanted to curse out loud. The higher-ups were completely unreliable—was someone trying to get him killed?
Yet in the current climate, he doubted anyone would dare act so brazenly.
He believed the patriarchs possessed great vision; if subordinates acted out of line, their entire clans would be uprooted.
"Roar!"
On the ground, the silver war beast bellowed at the sky. Having allowed the "meat-crop" to slip away at the critical moment without killing him, it was consumed by fury.
It and several of its kin had been hired by members of the demon civilization. The client's scion was dead, and it had been injured and nearly killed itself—the more it thought about it, the angrier it became.
With a booming crash, it surged like a streak of silver lightning toward Qingfeng Town, covering several hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
Enduring excruciating pain, Qin Ming sat up and quickly retrieved a small crystal vial from the rag space. Inside was a purplish, luminous liquid emitting a soft glow.
He popped the stopper and drained the entire vial into his mouth.
This was spoils obtained from Helian Zhaoyu's spatial pendant after slapping him in the mountain city of the sun elven race.
Yu Gensheng had appraised it: for those in the Third Realm, this purple elixir was a life-saving treasure of immense value. As long as one still drew breath, drinking it would sustain life and swiftly heal injuries.
Sure enough, at Qin Ming's hands, where finger bones had been exposed, flesh began to glow, and bones popped and snapped as they rapidly mended.
Across the rest of his body, purple light spread over every injury.
"Let's go. Time for another round!" Qin Ming instructed his mount.
The Thunder King Bird was stunned, then frantically tried to dissuade him. "Go back? You're no match for it! Every creature capable of reaching the Fourth Realm possesses exceptional talent—they cannot be challenged across realms! Don't throw your life away!"
Qin Ming said in a low voice, "I've mostly recovered. I can fight another round and stall for a bit more time."
The Thunder King Bird was accustomed to seeing him slaughter enemies without mercy, never expecting he possessed such a soft-hearted side. Anyone else would have fled long ago.
"Hurry!" Qin Ming urged.
"Fine!" The Thunder King Bird dove back down from the night sky.
In that short span, the silver war beast had already covered six or seven li, leaving less than ten li to Qingfeng Town. Its deep, muffled roars carried immense penetrating power, echoing over the settlement.
Hearing the sounds from the dense forest, many townspeople were gripped by terror.
Several children grew pale and burst into tears.
Qin Ming leapt from the bird's back, landed on the ground, and leveled his saber, blocking the silver war beast's path once more.
"Human, you truly surprise me. Knowing you will die, you still dare appear before me. I almost admire you," the silver war beast said.
In truth, it harbored far more hatred and was desperate to kill him.
Its chief concern was that Qin Ming might flee, so it imitated demons and humans by offering praise first, flattering him in hopes that hot-headed arrogance would spur him to fight to the death.
Qin Ming said nothing, merely flexing his limbs. His bones were mostly knit back together; he was ready to fight!
His gaze was resolute, fixed solely on this adversary, his focus honed to the absolute limit.
As for a breakthrough mid-battle, he did not even entertain the thought. Even if heaven, earth, and fortune aligned to allow a breakthrough, completing the transformation would require at least half a day. Against the opponent before him, what good would that do?
Fortunately, the war beast's sacralization had receded; it could not be maintained indefinitely. The boiling silver light dimmed, sinking back into the depths of its body and falling dormant.
The humanoid giant's gaze remained unchanged. Within a single day, it could undergo sacralization multiple times. As long as this human did not flee, death was certain.
Moreover, this time it would keep a strict watch on that bird, offering no chance for rescue.
What followed was an exceptionally grueling struggle for Qin Ming. The silver war beast was already familiar with his techniques, and standing in the Fourth Realm, it countered him far more comfortably than during their initial clash.
Before long, Qin Ming was soaked in blood.
Every technique he unleashed was a lethal trump card: raising a hand to cast the Dragon Snake Shears from the Dragon Snake Scripture, forming hand seals for the Golden Cicada Thunder Sound Sword from the Golden Cicada Classic, and, after brief preparation, blasting out five-colored divine light.
Throughout the fight, he deployed the yin-yang diagram several times. Though it tore through the silver giant's flesh and even snapped several of its bones, truly killing the beast remained out of reach.
Instead, Qin Ming repeatedly found himself cornered, grievously injured.
"The Fourth Realm cannot be defied!" the silver war beast sneered inwardly, preparing to unleash its full power to crush him.
Rain poured down amidst rumbling thunder. Qin Ming repeatedly cast out spears, broadswords, and other weapons stored in the rag space, using heavenly light to drive them toward the night sky in hopes of guiding down lightning, but all attempts failed.
"Sigh, borrowing outside power and waiting for reinforcements are both unreliable!" Exhaustion weighed heavily upon him.
He carefully evaluated whether unleashing the unified intent of blending all arts and driving his consolidated heavenly light force with everything he had could slay the behemoth.
The conclusion... left him bitterly disappointed, bringing a pang of helplessness.
After thorough analysis, he judged that even using the silk book's core principles to govern all techniques could not kill the silver war beast; it would only severely wound it, while costing him his own life in the end.
Qin Ming did not unleash that final strike.
Instead, he repeatedly cycled through the methods he had shown before. Seeing this, the silver behemoth gradually broke into a cold smirk; while those techniques could hurt it, they could not kill it.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Ming sustained heavy blow after heavy blow.
Struggling to escape, he deployed his five-colored sword wings to take flight, his body riddled with far more broken bones than before.
The Thunder King Bird did everything it could to rescue him, coordinating closely, yet at the final moment, they still suffered a violent impact.
The silver war beast leapt from the earth, silver light boiling as it underwent sacralization once more. The erupting beast essence expanded across a vast distance, drenching the Thunder King Bird's plumage in blood.
One of the bird's wings was nearly torn away.
Wailing in agony, it wobbled unsteadily as it carried Qin Ming high into the sky.
"Drink this!" Qin Ming produced a portion of auspicious beast blood.
"Am I... going to die?" the Thunder King Bird asked tremulously.
"What are you imagining? It's not fatal, just to heal your wounds," Qin Ming said weakly.
He pulled out another vial of Helian Zhaoyu's life-saving medicine and downed it.
Then, looking down at the ground, he said, "Since that's the case, there's only one last method left to try. A desperate gamble!"
"You're still going?" The Thunder King Bird froze. How was this any different from seeking death?
The Fourth Realm war beast was already berserk; this time, it would surely do everything possible to pin him down, leaving him no chance of escape.
By now, the silver war beast had sprinted another four li, leaving less than six li to Qingfeng Town.
Carrying Qin Ming on a wide flanking loop, the Thunder King Bird quietly drew near the town. From above, terrified prayers and weeping could already be heard.
Some elderly folks were urging the younger generation to flee quickly and leave them behind.
Qin Ming sighed. Seeing those dirty little faces etched with terror, wet with tears and trembling softly, he truly could not bear it.
He spoke in a low voice, "Let's try one more time. This time, you help me too!"
"Huh? Fine!" The Thunder King Bird was taken aback, then braced itself to go all out.
"Land on the ground. Use every trick you have to yank out my heavenly light!" Qin Ming instructed.
Within the forest, the Thunder King Bird's feathers bristled as it continuously drew forth the heavenly light residing in Qin Ming's flesh.
Qin Ming did everything he could as well, striving to detach the light from his physical form. Finally, a dazzling mass of radiance, brilliant as a blazing sun, tore free from the confines of his body.
He looked toward the Thunder King Bird and said, "All right. Get far away from here!"
By now, the rain fell harder, the sky pitch-black, with dark clouds seeming ready to crush the earth.
Qin Ming left a sliver of consciousness within his physical body, flexing his limbs; it was capable of brief combat!
His primary consciousness merged into the dense heavenly light, coalescing into a modest humanoid figure that grasped an exotic metal small sword that had originally hung around his neck.
Then, he draped the rag over himself, wrapping his form completely so that not a single beam of sun-like light leaked out.
Silently, Qin Ming drifted up into the night sky, looking down from above.
His physical body, meanwhile, strode forward with saber in hand, standing on the ground and letting the torrential rain drench him, dark strands of hair plastered against his face.
"To kill a Fourth Realm creature, the moment is now!" Qin Ming's voice was low yet resonant. He could already see the silver war beast charging toward him.
"This time you won't escape even with wings. Not a single chance remains—you are dead!" The silver war beast's murderous intent boiled as it charged close with its bone club raised. The silver light around its body vaporized the downpour above its head; exuding monstrous savagery, it was now less than two li from Qingfeng Town.
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