Pfft...
Lin Xuan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, which swiftly mingled with the spiritual power in his palm. Then a sphere brighter than the Sun appeared before everyone's eyes.
At the very center of that sphere was a miniature tiger no more than three inches long.
Though its body was somewhat small, its bearing was extremely fierce and majestic. This True Spirit Strike had originally been modeled after the mysteries of a certain divine beast in the Spirit World.
At this moment, the identity of that divine beast was likewise ready to emerge: the White Tiger, famed alongside the Phoenix and the True Dragon.
As an old monster of the Lihe Realm, Master Sky Lion's eyesight was far from ordinary. Deep within his spiritual sense, warning signs were faintly sounding, yet he was entangled by Fairy Ruyan's Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin technique, and trying to break free was simply impossible.
Damn it!
From within the golden cloud came a soul-shaking roar.
Then the Demon Qi grew ever more surging and vast. Master Sky Lion knew his situation had become dire in the extreme, and he spat out mouthful after mouthful of vital blood without cease.
Even a cornered dog would leap over a wall, let alone an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
Master Sky Lion began to fight with his life on the line.
By doing this, even if he won, his true essence would suffer great damage, but correspondingly, his strength would also surge.
But with matters having developed to this point, what choice did Master Sky Lion still have? Right now, preserving his little life was the most important thing.
A gentleman's revenge could wait ten years. As long as he lived, one day, he would take savage