Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 1802: 460: Lu Ping’an Slays the Wolf King!

Desert Scorpion City.

Situated within the Endless Wilderness, this oasis city is a significant hub for many cultivators, even if it lacks the prestige of Black Desert Immortal City. Recent years have seen its population swell as the Liangyue War and chaos in Wu Country drove many refugees to seek shelter in this desert sanctuary.

Lately, however, tranquility has vanished from Desert Scorpion City.

The unrest trace back several months to a dispute at an auction. A Young Master from a local family clashed with a loose Foundation Establishment cultivator. Following the event, the Young Master led a group to ambush the man, only to be slain instead.

The situation escalated further when the family’s ancestor, a False Core Immortal, pursued the loose cultivator for revenge. In a shocking turn of events that sent ripples through the region, the ancestor was also killed.

News of this upset spread like wildfire; a Foundation Establishment cultivator defeating a False Core Immortal was a feat of legendary proportions.

Whispers suggested that the loose cultivator had only succeeded by utilizing the immense power of a secret treasure. This rumor didn't just grip the residents of Desert Scorpion City; it rapidly reached other oases and even the distant Black Desert Immortal City.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away from the city gates.

"Roar!"

A massive, nimble wolf—its hide appearing as though it were fashioned from dark iron and flickering flames—let out a thunderous howl, whipping up a tempest of burning sand. The searing, oppressive wind unearthed sand insects hidden beneath the dunes, incinerating them into ash instantly.

Suddenly, the beast's blood-red eyes locked onto a target. It pounced toward a specific dune, its powerful claws tearing into the golden earth.

"Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh—"

A dark red fire, resembling liquid lava, erupted from the giant wolf’s body. The sand beneath its paws turned into a boiling, molten flow that surged outward.

"Shoo!"

A moment later, a figure shrouded in spiritual light burst from the depths of the sand, transforming into a streak of light as he attempted to flee into the sky.

"Hmph, you believe a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator can outrun me?"

Standing near the waves of red flame was a tall, imposing man wearing a black robe and cape, his features twisted into a sinister mask. Watching the escapee, he let out a cold snort and thrust his palm forward.

Violent mana and crimson light coalesced into a savage wolf’s head, snapping viciously at the fleeing figure.

"Puff!"

The man's spiritual light barrier crumbled the moment the wolf head struck. His body scorched and his magical robe shredded, he let out a pained cry. However, he quickly pulled a small purple sword into his arms. The blade's light split into eight distinct rays, allowing him to slice through the wolf head and regain his freedom.

"An exotic treasure? Let’s see what else you’re hiding!"

The Wolf King’s face darkened when he saw the Foundation Establishment cultivator use such a tool to break his technique. Recalling past mistakes, he summoned a crimson long banner into his grip. While it was technically beneath a Nascent Soul Immortal to use magical treasures against someone of such low Cultivation, he had learned the hard way in his youth never to be careless. He treated every battle with absolute seriousness now.

This was especially true given that this brat seemed to possess three or four exotic treasures, moving as if he were a Child of Destiny!

"Howl!"

The Red Flame Sand Wolf barked at the figure, sending out a wall of fiery soundwaves to block his path. Simultaneously, the Wolf King shook his banner. Thick, billowing smoke rose into the air, making the desert heat feel as if oil had been tossed onto a bonfire. The smoke choked the sky, shifting into the shapes of wolves that lunged at the target.

"Damn it!"

The figure’s face went pale with despair. Despite his luck and treasures, he was merely at the Eighth Layer of Foundation Establishment. Using Third Rank Talismans, Talisman Treasures, and secret techniques just to stay alive had pushed him to his breaking point. Now, with his body broken and his Dantian nearly drained of mana, escape seemed impossible.

With a look of pure defiance, he poured his remaining strength into the exotic treasure. It flared with a brilliant purple-gold light, refusing to go down without a fight. Yet, the treasure’s power had its limits and could not overcome a Nascent Soul Immortal. Under the relentless assault of the smoke wolves, he coughed up blood and was dragged before the Wolf King like a broken dog.

"You have quite the luck. Had I been a simple early-stage Core Formation cultivator, you might have actually gotten away," the Wolf King sneered, gripping the man by the throat with a cruel glint in his eyes.

He began inspecting the purple-gold sword bead, identifying it as a high-grade exotic treasure capable of sword light division. It was undoubtedly the weapon used to slay the False Core Immortal. Eager for more, he began rifling through the man's storage bag, knowing the boy's endless tricks suggested a massive windfall of opportunities.

"Roar!"

As the Wolf King checked the storage ring, the Red Flame Sand Wolf suddenly growled, its posture becoming alert as it stared toward the horizon.

The Wolf King looked up.

At the edge of the vast desert, a tiny black speck was growing larger at an incredible speed.

One breath!

Two breaths!

In the span of just two heartbeats, the newcomer arrived, his features becoming clear. He was a man with a plain, forgettable face, yet his frame was remarkably tall and sturdy, radiating a sense of overwhelming physical power. Although his aura was restrained, the Wolf King felt an instinctive, dangerous pressure emanating from him.

The Wolf King searched his memory but found nothing. He knew one thing for certain, though: this man had come specifically for him.