Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The silver figure crashed into the thunderclouds like a drop of water splashing into a pot of boiling oil.

Boom!

The thunderclap illuminated the sky and earth in a stark white light.

Su Xiaojiu was thrown back several steps by the shockwave, only managing to stop herself after her back hit an ancient tree that was as thick as a person's embrace.

【warn! 】

[Seven mid-stage Casting Realm cultivators and one late-stage Casting Realm cultivator have been detected!]

[Enemy Faction: Supreme Forgetfulness Sect - Enforcement Hall.]

Danger Level: S (Guaranteed Death).

Must die?

Su Xiaojiu wiped the rain off her face and squinted at the entrance of Yunmengze Valley.

It rained heavily.

In the rain, eight figures dressed in blue Taoist robes hovered in mid-air, riding flying swords, their bodies shimmering with spiritual light, illuminating the area as bright as day.

The leader was a middle-aged Taoist priest. He flicked his whisk, and his voice pierced through the rain, carrying a sense of superior judgment.

"You beast, you killed my sect's direct disciple, today is your death day."

Bai Yin stood in the mud below.

He was carrying a half-dead Taoist priest in his hand. The priest had lost one leg, and blood was gushing down from the severed leg, staining the muddy water beneath his feet bright red.

That was the "gift" he casually tore off when we met.

Bai Yin remained silent.

He simply raised his head, and the clarity and naivety that had been in his golden eyes when he looked at the stars were gone.

All that remains is brutality.

Undisguised murderous intent.

"Release my nephew Qingxu!"

A younger Taoist priest shouted sharply, his long sword humming as its tip pointed directly at Bai Yin's brow.

Bai Yin tilted his head.

He looked at the useless thing in his hand that could only take in air but not exhale, and then looked at the high and mighty immortals in the sky.

grin.

With that smile, a mouthful of gleaming white fangs was revealed.

"Here you go."

His arm muscles bulged, and he swung them around violently.

The dying male Taoist priest was slammed down like a tattered sack onto the Taoist priest wearing a yellow wooden hairpin in the air.

It moved at an astonishing speed, accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound as it cut through the air.

"Junior brother!"

The Taoist priest Huang Zan's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously sheathed his sword and reached out to catch the flying figure.

The moment his fingertips touched the hem of his fellow disciple's clothes.

Suddenly, a flash of silver light appeared behind that figure.

Bai Yin had vanished from his spot at some point, shrinking behind the Taoist priest and using the corpse as cover to close in instantly.

There are no fancy spells.

Only the most savage slaughter.

puff.

A sharp claw pierced through the male Taoist's chest, and with its momentum, it grabbed the slender neck of the Taoist with the yellow hairpin.

Click.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was drowned out by the thunder.

The Taoist priest with the yellow hairpin stared wide-eyed, and before he could even let out a scream, his head slumped down limply.

Blood gushed out, splattering all over Bai Yin's face.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the drop of blood splattered at the corner of his mouth, his golden pupils flashing with a chilling red light.

Sold out instantly.

A cultivator at the mid-stage of the Casting Cauldron Realm is gone just like that.

"Junior brother!!!"

The remaining seven Taoist priests were furious.

No one expected that this monster would be so cunning and ruthless.

They used living people as shields and fellow disciples as bait.

This is hardly the tiger demon of legend who only knew how to use brute force.

This is clearly a demon that crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood!

"Form ranks! Kill him!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest in the lead roared.

Seven sword lights shot into the sky, weaving into an impenetrable sword net in the air, carrying a world-destroying power as they descended upon Bai Yin.

Bai Yin did not resist.

He twisted his body forcefully in mid-air, like a slippery eel, narrowly avoiding the first wave of sword rain.

Landing.

roll.

He rolled in the mud, his originally silver-gray hair instantly becoming covered in filth, allowing him to blend perfectly into the darkness.

next moment.

His body began to change.

His bones cracked and popped, his body grew taller, his once broad shoulders became even thicker, his back hunched, and his hands transformed into sharp claws.

That face, which was originally quite handsome, was now elongated and distorted.

It transformed into a ferocious and terrifying tiger's head.

Half-demon.

This is a form of attack that the demon race has adopted in pursuit of ultimate killing efficiency, abandoning defense and focusing on speed and attack.

At this moment, he was neither human nor tiger.

brush.

He now held a curved knife.

The blade was crimson red, covered with strange blood grooves. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding rainwater evaporated into a blood mist.

This was given to him by that slovenly Taoist priest.

It's called "Blood Drinker," and it hurts terribly when it cuts someone.

Bai Yin gripped the knife, his figure blurred, and he vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was hanging on the top of a tree, right above the head of a lone Taoist priest.

Silently.

Even the sound of raindrops falling on him was swallowed up by the knife.

cut!

A flash of red light.

The Taoist priest felt a chill on the back of his neck as his protective jade pendant suddenly emitted a blinding light.

Ding!

The scimitar struck the shield, producing a crisp, metallic clang.

The jade pendant shattered upon impact.

The Taoist priest was sent flying by the immense force, half of his body was numb from the shock, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Over there!"

"He's in the tree!"

The other six reacted extremely quickly, instantly changing the direction of their six flying swords and shredding the tree into dust.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Bai Yin was no longer there.

He was like a ghost, moving through the rain and darkness. Every time he appeared, he would bring a flash of blood or force someone to retreat.

Su Xiaojiu watched from a distance, her scalp tingling with unease.

[Is that supposed to be a tiger? This looks like something out of Assassin's Creed: The White Tiger!]

[System, isn't this combat power a bit too much?]

[Target: Bai Yin, Combat Instinct Rating: S+]

He was a born hunter, a beast raised on the battlefield.

Su Xiaojiu swallowed.

She suddenly felt a little relieved.

I'm glad I was just playing a race with him, not risking my life.

But no matter how strong this tiger is, it can't fight against four hands with two fists.

The opponents were, after all, elites from a reputable sect, and their teamwork was impeccable, with a constant stream of magical treasures.

As time went on, Baek In's body sustained more and more wounds.

A sword mark ran across his back, deep enough to expose the bone.

A bone-piercing nail pierced his thigh, exploding into a spray of blood.

But he didn't say a word.

Even their movements didn't slow down at all.

He mechanically swung his knife, dodged, and then swung it again.

It's like a monster that doesn't feel pain.

"This beast can't hold on any longer!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest saw that Bai Yin was at his last gasp.

She pulled a golden talisman from her bosom, bit her tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto it.

"Please grant me the decree of the True Immortal!"

"The Big Dipper subdues demons, a net stretching across the heavens and the earth!"

The other six Taoist priests simultaneously threw out their long swords.

The seven swords froze in mid-air, arranged according to the positions of the Big Dipper.

The talisman burst into flames, transforming into countless golden threads that coiled around the seven swords.

hum-

A terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

The rain stopped.

It didn't really stop; rather, it was frozen in mid-air by this oppressive force.

A massive golden net, imbued with a breathtakingly sacred aura, slowly descended.

That was a magical artifact containing a trace of the Great Sage's divine will.

It was specifically used to suppress powerful demons.

Bai Yin stopped in his tracks.

He stood in the mud, looking up at the golden net that was getting closer and closer.

That aura locked onto him.

No matter how he runs or hides, even if he uses the "shrinking earth to an inch" technique to escape thousands of miles away, this net will follow him until it strangles him to pieces.

There's no escaping it.

Can't escape.

Bai Yin was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Blood dripped down his tiger fur and into the mud at his feet.

He glanced back.

I looked into the depths of that dark mountain forest.

There was a pair of bright blue eyes staring at them in terror.

She's still here.

She didn't run away.

Baek In split open his blood-soaked mouth, seemingly trying to laugh, but the movement aggravated the wounds on his face, making him look even uglier than if he were crying.

Since there's no way to avoid it.

Then tear the net to shreds.

"roar--!!!"

A roar shattered the surrounding frozen raindrops.

Bai Yin shoved the curved sword in his hand into the ground.

He no longer suppressed the demonic power within him.

I no longer think about "elegance," "expressing emotions through scenery," or living like a human being.

that moment.

He just wanted to be that fierce tiger from the Western Continent again.

boom!

A blinding white light burst forth from his body, shooting straight into the sky.

His body began to swell wildly.

One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).

Three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Thirty zhang!

The originally thin human form completely disappeared.

Instead, a giant white tiger, towering to the sky, appeared.

Its body is more majestic than a mountain, and every hair is like a forged steel needle, gleaming with the cold light unique to the Geng metal energy.

The bright red "王" character on its forehead burned with raging flames, turning the surrounding rainwater into nothingness.

Supernatural Powers: Manipulating Heaven and Earth.

This is the great demon's trump card, used in a desperate attempt to escape.

Burning one's lifespan in exchange for a brief period of divine and demonic power.

The seven Taoist priests were as insignificant as flies in front of this enormous creature.

"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest was deathly pale, and his hand holding the whisk was trembling.

The giant tiger ignored their fear.

It raised its enormous claw that blotted out the sky.

The claws were wreathed in destructive lightning and gales.

Facing the golden net falling from above.

He focused his thoughts on that so-called true immortal.

He slammed it down hard.