Mountain Rain Looms, Strong Martial Challenge

"Haha, Heaven is helping me!"

Above Dayin Mountain, the tiger corpse clenched a severed thigh in its jaws. Blood droplets sprayed with every breath, while human-headed tiger wraiths as large as water vats circled it, each with blue faces, fangs, and terrifyingly ferocious features.

Its breathing roared like thunder, shaking the witchmen until their livers and gall bladders split and their limbs ruptured.

Even with Strong Martial experts from dozens of tribes joining forces to besiege it, they still could not gain the upper hand and were driven back step by step by the tiger corpse.

One renowned witchman expert after another died, their Strong Martial Golden Bodies either torn into four pieces and five fragments or shattered beyond recognition.

That was the terrifying aspect of the tiger corpse that had run rampant across the northern lands for years—it killed Strong Martial experts as easily as chopping melons and slicing vegetables.

The tiger corpse swallowed the remains in one bite, then raised a claw to wipe the traces from the corner of its mouth. "Refreshing."

It had already learned that the Medicine King Sect and Zhou You had fallen out, and its heart was filled with boundless delight.

Now Zhou You had no path of retreat. He could only devote himself wholeheartedly to Dayin Mountain and serve at its command.

That child was excellent in every way, the most ideal successor—except his heart was too wild. Mm, a heart that wild was no good!

At last, he had suffered a setback. Faced with the colossal Medicine King Sect, pressure from every direction would be enough to wear away his resolve, ferocious spirit, and lofty ambition, making him understand the cruelty and terror of reality.

When he truly reached the end of the road, the tiger corpse would not mind showing