A Wolf-Demon Cultivator: Starting as a Slave Trader, I Begin a Massacre

A beast slave? I'm the Demon King!

Wen Yi, a wolf demon and once-in-a-century genius of the cultivation world, was ambushed by his enemies on the day he successfully formed his Nascent Soul. He blew it up to take them with him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was a wolfkin boy locked in a cage: a good-for-nothing from the Grayfang Tribe, the kind who couldn't even beat a single elk.

Slave traders auctioned him off like cargo, while his own people mocked him as trash.

Wen Yi smiled.

He drew an iron sword he'd picked up from a corpse and split the slave trader's head in two with a single slash.

Devouring Demon Art: drain his target's blood and essence.

Heavenly Demon Transformation: become a towering, two-meter-tall werewolf.

Three-Sword Art: with three iron swords, cleave open the heavens and earth.

Knights, warriors, mages? To him, they were simply different forms of spiritual energy.

He needed no friends, no family, and no one to hold him back.

Until, inside a slave cage, he saw a white-haired girl with violet eyes.

In those eyes, he saw a trace of his past life.

He held out his hand. “Come down.”

Later, the entire continent would learn one thing:

The werewolf who crawled out of a slave cage was the greatest wildcard in the world.

[Cultivation system versus a world of magic, overwhelming power, decisive and ruthless action, female lead, no tormenting the protagonist]