Passing on the Lamp of the Buddha's Heart: Infusing Wu Song with Spiritual Power, and the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

Amber liquor condensed out of thin air between Lin Chen's palms.

The aroma of this wine was far too domineering!

Zhang Fei wrinkled his nose, and his eyes instantly lit up. This old drunk was practically drooling:

"Fine wine! What fine wine!

My lord, this brewing trick of yours is downright incredible!

Just smelling it is driving Old Zhang crazy with craving~"

If he did not have the bigger picture to consider, Zhang Fei would have loved nothing more than to pounce on it, snatch it away, and drain three hundred great cups in one go.

Holding the ball of strong liquor in one hand, Lin Chen suddenly threw back his head and roared at the phantom in the sky that stubbornly refused to descend, his voice shaking the nine heavens:

"Tiger stripes upon your hide, swallowing ten thousand miles with your breath!

A voice like thunder, sending ten thousand horses scattering!

Thunderclap Leopard, the fine wine is here—why have you not revealed yourself and taken your place?!"

With that thunderous decree, the strong liquor in Lin Chen's hand suddenly steamed into a dense mist of wine that shot straight into the heavens.

The spirit of the Thunderclap Leopard, which had been sulking proudly amid the clouds, caught the scent of this god-tier liquor and immediately stopped throwing a tantrum.

"Roar—!"

An urgent, ecstatic neigh rang out.

An enormous figure, black as ink, came swooping eagerly down from above!

"BOOM!"

With a deafening crash, the ground trembled and smoke and dust billowed everywhere.

At the center of the formation, a terrifyingly fierce steed appeared—a towering beast a full head taller than an ordinary warhorse!

Its entire body was black as satin, yet its glossy dark coat was mottled with variegated stripes like those of a tiger, radiating a chillingly savage