The tiger's roar came again.
That soul-shaking tiger roar appeared once more.
Niu Youdao and the others stared intently at the dark clouds overhead, which seemed to heave and churn under the force of the roar. Their heartstrings drew taut.
Both he and Yun Ji knew that Yuan Gang had swung his blade again, most likely at Du Wuxu. The outcome remained unknown, but if it succeeded, the purpose of this risk would be achieved.
Silver Child, who had just taken a chicken leg from her sack, froze again and stared blankly skyward.
Startled by the tiger's roar, the Artifact Cloud Sect members all turned to look at Xi Wuxian.
Yet Xi Wuxian wore an expression of rapture, as though he had heard the music of the heavens.
There were things he knew had to exist, yet he had never been able to prove them. He had also wanted to hear the sound of Crouching Tiger awakening. Now that he had heard it, so this was what it sounded like—wonderful, utterly marvelous!
Bang! Bang! Two more severed bodies fell from the roiling dark clouds and smashed onto the mountaintop.
Du Wuxu! Once Niu Youdao and Yun Ji recognized the dead man, joy surged through their hearts. They had succeeded!
Niu Youdao abruptly raised his head to look above. Now all that remained was for the group that had entered to escape. As long as they could emerge, he was certain that everyone could withdraw from this place with little trouble.
Black Stone's expression stirred. To him, with only one of the Nine Saints remaining, Wu Chang's dream of ruling the world alone was no longer far away!
As the thought flashed through his mind, he took advantage of Niu Youdao and the others not noticing him—or rather, not focusing on