That black tiger was going to make a last stand like a cornered beast, and I had no intention of showing mercy. With one sword stroke, I cleaved its head away, then captured the remaining phantom body and sealed it in a bottle.
Jing Xiaoman gritted her teeth as she watched the scene unfold. Then she lowered her head, glanced at the bottle in her hand, and threw it at me. I was utterly surprised, but I still caught it.
"Let's trade!" Jing Xiaoman stubbornly held out her hand. Her meaning was clear: she wanted the black tiger, while the White Tiger was to be left to me.
I smiled wryly and was just about to say something when Li Nianjun spoke up. "Brother Tian, don't mind her. If it weren't for us, she would've been eaten long ago!"
"What Brother Tian? You little wretch, what right do you have to call him that?" Jing Xiaoman glared furiously at Li Nianjun. Li Nianjun snorted. "What's it to you? We're not close!"
"You little wretch! Let's see how long you can keep acting so high and mighty!" Jing Xiaoman cursed, then looked at me again. "Tu Ming, I want the one you have. Let's trade!"
"The white one suits you better. It's a mutated divine beast." I smiled. The white Qiongqi had clearly mutated, while the black one was the true Qiongqi. Mutated divine beasts usually possessed extraordinary abilities. Take this Qiongqi, for example—it actually knew illusion arts. Even among a whole group of divine beasts, that would be exceedingly rare!
"I don't care! I want the black one! This one's too weak!" Jing Xiaoman said unhappily.
"Heh, you've got some nerve. You can actually say something this unreasonable. We saved your life, and you still have the gall to reach