Bab 140: Cousin Brother Tang Bowen

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The ceaseless sounds of sword against claw.

Tang Hao managed to parry them all. 'This werewolf isn't too bad! He's quite strong!' He thought to himself.

If the werewolf knew what he was thinking, it might pop a vein.

Werewolves prided themselves with their strong physical bodies. Cultivators might be able to wield sorcery, but their physical bodies were weaker. Once in melee range, the cultivator would be at a big disadvantage.

Now, the werewolf's attacks were all parried by the cultivator. And he was a young one, too.

The werewolf was becoming more and more afraid. He was about to burst out cursing. 'Is this kid a monster? How is he so strong in close combat? There's no chance of me winning!'

The thought of running away flashed in its mind. It howled and prepared to retreat.

However, once he turned around, Tang Hao flicked his wrist and threw a bunch of jade talismans as though they were free.