Celestial Lord

Qi Fei held his breath, lying motionless within the dense thicket, his eyes fixed intently on the massive prey struggling not far ahead.

It was a wild boar, easily weighing several hundred pounds. Its forehoof was now caught fast in a brutal trap, and the beast howled and thrashed violently, desperate to break free from its fetters.

The crude, homemade trap alone was clearly insufficient to subdue such a ferocious creature. If he hesitated any longer, the boar’s cries would surely attract other predators. Qi Fei gripped the sharp bamboo shard in his hand, his wounded palm oozing crimson blood—a pain that only hardened his resolve.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Fei burst forth from the undergrowth. With his left hand, he flung a handful of dirt toward the flailing boar, then, without pause, drove the bamboo spike fiercely at the writhing beast.

In that moment, the boy’s frail body erupted with astonishing strength, the bamboo tip plunging deep into the wild boar’s vicious, glaring eye. Yet, almost simultaneously, the beast’s huge tusks slashed toward Qi Fei’s abdomen.

He let out a fierce shout, and with both hands drove the bamboo clean through the boar’s skull.

The razor-sharp tusks managed only to carve a gash several inches long across his belly before the massive body collapsed at his feet. Qi Fei dared not be careless; gritting his teeth against the searing pain, he snatched up the sharp stone he’d placed by the trap, and brought it down again and again upon the still-twitching head of the boar.

Bloodied hands gripped the stone as