In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Under the roaring purple thunderclouds that filled the sky, they transformed into countless purple lightning arcs that poured down and, in a flash, all submerged into Liu Ming's arms and disappeared without a trace.
Liu Ming then rubbed his hands together, split them apart, and with a "roar," a silver-purple interwoven lightning arc as thick as a bowl shot out. In just a flash, it pierced through the giant wolf's body.
With a mournful howl, the wolf dissipated into thin air, reverting back into a pair of flying knives and a round bead that fell from the sky.