Thud! Thud! Thud!
Little Tiger knelt and begged for mercy, her forehead reddened from kowtowing. It was clear she was putting her all into it.
How could Zhou Sheng bring himself to bully a little girl any further? He hurried forward to help her up, but just as he drew near, the girl's dark eyes rolled, and she pounced again.
Only this time, she was no longer in Tiger Form, but Dog Form.
Her movements were nimble, like a rabbit kicking an eagle. Her two tiger fangs snapped toward Zhou Sheng's arm.
Yet after taking the Mica Formula for the second time, Zhou Sheng's lightness technique had become extraordinary. Though he was still far from He Xiangu's ability to race through towering mountains and steep ridges like a flying gale when she had first attained the Dao, he was already light as a swallow, a feather riding the wind.
His foot stepped into the Qian position, and he drifted like lightning, narrowly evading the bite.
Zhou Sheng suddenly opened his throat, glaring with furious eyes. His brows drew tightly together, forming a line like an upside-down heavenly eye.
"Wah-yah-yah-yah—"
His voice boomed like thunder, his divine might awe-inspiring.
"Where is the Howling Celestial Dog?"
Zhou Sheng sang a line from Erlang Shen's opera. He did not employ the methods of Yin Opera; he was simply singing, wanting to see how the little girl would react.
The little girl did not disappoint him. As if she had heard an order, she instantly leaped into the air and flipped several times, landing right beside Zhou Sheng's feet before calling out.
"I'm here! I'm here!"
After a pause, she saw the amusement in Zhou Sheng's eyes and realized she had been played. At once, embarrassment turned to anger.
"You, you, you! Don't think