"Bang!" A thick tiger paw shattered a shallow defense woven from dust-silk threads, landing heavily upon the middle-aged Daoist nun and leaving several deep, bloody gouges across her body. This was not even the worst of it; far more viciously, a series of runes seeped right through those lacerations and into her flesh.
At that moment, the faint sound of a tiger's roar echoed from within the middle-aged Daoist nun's body as she shrieked and was sent flying backward. Under normal circumstances, runes that had entered the body were merely a trivial itch that could be forced out with a little effort.
Yet for the middle-aged Daoist nun, she now faced troubles both internal and external. The thick-browed old man gave her no breathing room whatsoever, striking while she was down to take her life. Even Lu Xiaotian had no time to stop him as the three-headed white tiger talisman-beast lunged forward once more. With a single swipe of its paw across the middle-aged Daoist nun's neck, her head suddenly shot up several zhang high, sending a fountain of fresh blood spurting out that was swallowed entirely by several flashes of white light.
"Surname Meng, what a vicious mind you have! When my two senior brothers learn of today's events, that shall be the day you meet your end!" The middle-aged Daoist nun's Primordial Spirit drifted out, shooting away into the distance at a speed more than a hundred percent faster than the thick-browed old man's.
"If you weren't utterly useless, squandering a prime situation and getting outmaneuvered instead, why would this old man have had to resort to such a desperate measure? You brought this entirely upon yourself!" The thick-browed old man let out a cold snort. The middle-aged Daoist nun was moving with extreme speed, and at this