Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2212 - 533: Saving the Uncle-in-Law 2

The Beast Race held dominance today.

Although human territories weren't as overrun with high-tier monsters as the Beast realms, the untamed wilderness beyond the fortified towns remained exceptionally lethal.

Even a martial artist at the Transcendence Realm would hesitate to delve too deeply into the wilds without extreme caution.

The Yang family, it appeared, resided deep within these vast mountain ranges—it was no wonder their location was so heavily protected.

Wang Yue’s aerial vehicle zipped past the sharp, jagged peaks.

To expedite his journey, he projected his aura, an overwhelming pressure that extended for kilometers.

Any formidable beasts lurking on the mountainsides immediately sensed his might and retreated to their lairs, too intimidated to even show themselves.

As the vehicle streaked through the skies, the initial two hundred kilometers vanished in a flash.

When he was less than a hundred kilometers from the Yang family's estate, a resounding roar from ahead drew his attention.

The sound originated from a nearby peak, and contrary to the silence he had left in his passage, this area was the scene of a colossal, ferocious battle.

On one side stood a human male wielding a longsword. Facing him was a colossal beast—a creature resembling a leopard, yet spanning nearly ten meters in length.

The man, appearing to be in his thirties, possessed the typical demeanor of a high-level martial artist. He was clearly not feeble, boasting cultivation at the sixth level of the Transcendence Realm. His combat techniques were polished, granting him the fighting capability of a seventh-level expert.

Despite this, the man was in dire straits—losing the confrontation decisively. The gargantuan leopard-beast was overpowering him, suppressing him with a relentless barrage of attacks.

His body was already covered in deep, ragged gashes from the beast’s claws. It was evident that within mere minutes, he would become the beast's next meal. He couldn't even contemplate escape; felines were renowned for their speed and agility. If he couldn't hold his ground, he certainly couldn't outrun it.

In the beginning, Wang Yue had no intention of intervening.

As a martial artist, one was expected to bear the consequences of their own choices.

If an individual chose to venture alone into the deep wilderness, they had to be ready to confront the dangers that inhabited it.

Furthermore, having finally pinpointed the Yang family's whereabouts, his desire to rescue his second aunt had ignited into an all-consuming passion. He couldn't afford to waste even a moment.

After one final, punishing exchange of blows, the man lost his footing. His defenses collapsed, leaving him completely vulnerable.

Perhaps driven by sheer defiance, or perhaps wanting to utter one last sound in this world, the man let out a cry filled with anguish: "The heavens are unfair! To imagine that I, Yang Lin, would meet my end in a place like this!"

Wang Yue, who had already begun to fly past, suddenly froze.

The surname Yang? Could this unfortunate individual be connected to them?

Musing on this possibility, Wang Yue immediately reevaluated his course of action.

"Southeast" was an imprecise direction at best; even if he arrived in the general vicinity, he would likely spend hours conducting a search.

If this man hailed from the Yang family, securing him as a guide would drastically shorten the search time.

Wang Yue deactivated the engines of his flight vehicle, allowing it to hover in mid-air, and then leaped out, propelling himself towards the peak.

At that precise moment, the colossal leopard swiped the longsword from the man's grasp and brought another claw forward—lethal, obsidian talons aimed directly at the man's throat.

Should the blow land, the man would be instantly decapitated. Not even a deity could prevent it then.

The man closed his eyes, his True Qi depleted and his physical strength utterly spent. He was powerless.

Amidst his profound despair, he heard a sharp, whistling sound, followed by a pained howl from the beast.

The claw that had been mere inches from his throat recoiled as if struck by an electric shock.

A gnarled tree branch, no thicker than a thumb, had penetrated the center of the beast’s enormous paw.

Wang Yue had arrived. Realizing he was too distant to reach the man in time, he had casually plucked a dry branch from a nearby treetop and flung it with the force of a ballista bolt.

The intense pain sent the leopard into a violent frenzy. It abandoned its claw attacks altogether; instead, it unhinged its massive jaws, lunging to crush the human's skull with a single bite.

However, that moment of distraction was all Wang Yue required. He landed behind the creature and seized its long, thick tail, yanking it backward just as its teeth grazed the man's hair.

The leopard, whose strength rivaled that of the peak Transcendence Realm, possessed a considerable level of cunning.

Sensing the immense power of the intruder behind it, it comprehended that it was outmatched. Forgetting its prey, it emitted a whimpering yelp and attempted to flee.

But Wang Yue was not one for games of "catch and release."

With a sharp grunt, he tightened his grip. Using the leopard’s tail as a handle, he swung the ten-meter behemoth into the air, tracing a massive arc before slamming it violently into the ground.

BOOM!

The impact was so massive the entire mountain seemed to shudder.

The leopard was left dazed and broken, its eyes darting toward Wang Yue. Its ferocity had evaporated, replaced by a look that seemed to plead for mercy.

Wang Yue was not a man of "womanly compassion."

The Beast Race and the Human Race were in a state of absolute war. If he let this peak-Transcendence beast go, there was no telling how many humans would fall to its claws in the future.

He delivered a swift kick to the leopard’s head—which was larger than an exercise ball. A surge of potent True Qi blasted into its skull, instantly turning its brain into mush.

In a way, it was an act of mercy; at least it was quick.

With a thought, Wang Yue stored the massive carcass in his spatial ring. This was top-tier meat—leaving it here would be a waste.

Generally speaking, the stronger the beast, the more delicious the meat (unless it was naturally toxic).

A beast at the peak of the Transcendence Realm would likely taste better than the legendary Yangtze saury, and the energy contained in its flesh would provide a nice boost to a martial artist’s cultivation.

Of course, Wang Yue and his women didn’t really need such a boost. No monster meat or spirit pill could compare to the benefits of their Dual Cultivation.

"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life," the rescued man finally stammered, shaking off his shock.

Coming from a Sacred Land family, his vision was far greater than men like Wang Qing. Having seen Wang Yue strike, he knew instantly that he was looking at a Transcendence Realm powerhouse.

What truly shocked him was Wang Yue’s age. Judging by his bone structure, he looked to be less than twenty years old.

He had never even heard of a Transcendence master that young. He called him "Senior" not because of age, but out of respect for his cultivation—in the martial world, the one who attains the Dao first is the teacher.

Wang Yue ignored the honorific. He asked coolly, "Is your name Yang Lin?"

"It is," Yang Lin replied respectfully.

"Are you of the Yang family of the Sacred Lands?"

"I am. This junior hails from the Yang family," Yang Lin nodded again.

"Good." Wang Yue reached out and hoisted the man, who was too weak to even stand, and took flight. In the blink of an eye, they were back on the flight vehicle. "I happen to have business with the Yang family. You will show me the way."