Spoils of War

Zhang Fan took a blade head-on, the impact splitting his tiger's-mouth webbing as blood streamed down.

Staggering back a step, his eyes blazed with fury. He growled, "Don't push me!"

Lin Shuguang sneered coldly at that.

"Push you? Where did that arrogance go when you killed me before?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a frigid blade erupted with boundless radiance and slashed straight down!

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

Zhang Fan's Destined Soul was a pair of fists. Compared with Lin Shuguang's great blade, he was ultimately at a disadvantage.

The two clashed again, sparks flying in all directions as the ringing boomed like thunder.

"Bang!"

Zhang Fan's tiger-mouth webbing shook again, and the wound split open several more inches.

His expression had turned completely dark.

This can't go on. I'm bound to die!

He glanced at Bun Head in the distance, and a vicious glint flashed in his eyes.

Bun Head had just lowered her price several times in succession. Seeing that Lin Shuguang ignored her completely, she seemed to have lost heart and stopped speaking. Now, she propped up her chin as if lost in thought, paying no attention to Zhang Fan's malicious gaze.

Zhang Fan withdrew his gaze and glared at Lin Shuguang, snarling, "Remember, you forced me into this!"

He had decided to use his secret technique!

Afterward, he would kill everyone who knew and silence them. That way, no one would ever learn that he had mastered a Demonic Cultivator's cultivation method!

A gigantic tiger tattoo suddenly surfaced across Zhang Fan's upper body, spreading over his entire body.

In an instant, Zhang Fan's aura surged explosively, like a humanoid giant beast radiating a ferocious, savage might!

Lin Shuguang narrowed his eyes and immediately sensed that something about Zhang Fan was different.

Even Bun Head, perched