Lin Xuan's eyes went wide. Though he could be certain a True Spirit had descended here, he never would have imagined it would be such a ferocious monster.
White Tiger, one of the legendary Four Spirits.
Though its strength was still far from being able to compare with a True Dragon or Heavenly Phoenix, it was absolutely not something the likes of the Golden Moon True Toad could hope to match. Among True Spirits, it could be considered extremely famous as well.
For a moment, Lin Xuan's mood was half worried and half delighted.
What worried him was that White Tiger would not be easy to deal with. Leaving aside victory or defeat, this battle would, one hundred percent, be an extremely arduous fight.
What delighted him was that the more outrageous White Tiger's strength was, the greater the benefits he could obtain from defeating it.
So-called riches sought amid danger—this was probably the reasoning.
Risk and reward were always directly proportional. In this world, there had never been any such thing as a free lunch.
Thoughts turned through Lin Xuan's mind, and then he made his decision.
By now, he was no longer some minor cultivator who had just stepped onto the path of immortality. Though his strength still could not compare with a Loose Immortal or Demon King, looking across the Three Realms, he could still be called top-tier.
White Tiger was indeed one of the Four Spirits, but if Lin Xuan wanted to leave, it would absolutely be helpless to stop him.
On this point, Lin Xuan could say he was one hundred percent certain.
However, walking away did not suit Lin Xuan's character. The crisis before him also nurtured enormous benefits. Lin Xuan was not thinking that he had to destroy White Tiger, but its True