"Senior Brother Tu, how do you like the taste of the Drunken Bamboo Insect?" The silver-robed elder had succeeded in his scheme, and the dour expression he had worn all along gave way to shameless delight. He reached out and beckoned, and the Pure Thunder Yang Bottle flew back into his hand. A bizarre insect the exact same color as the bottle, shaped like a tiny bamboo stalk, emerged from its surface.
The half-foot-tall, bamboo-shaped insect became a streak of white light and vanished into the silver-robed elder's hand.
At the same time, a mass of green lightning suddenly burst from the Pure Thunder Yang Bottle and transformed into a green thunder tiger. With a savage snarl, it lunged at Tu Xingyun.
Tu Xingyun wielded his immortal artifact to defend himself, but a heady numbness suddenly spread across his chest, causing the immortal essence circulating within him to falter. By then, the savage thunder tiger had already clamped its jaws around Tu Xingyun's upper body. A chilling scream rang out alongside the crack of breaking bones, and Tu Xingyun's body was torn apart at the tiger's teeth.
Several phantom sword Dao monarchs, each wielding a giant sword, slashed at the silver-robed elder. He retreated swiftly as a halberd shadow swept past and cleaved off the green thunder tiger's head. Tu Xingyun's upper body shot free, his face stricken with terror.
"You all be careful. I'll get my hands on the Pure Thunder Yang Bottle first." Lu Xiaotian hadn't expected things to take such a turn. The silver-robed elder had hidden himself well, waiting until now to strike a fatal blow—and had even tried to keep their group from leaving the array.
Whether Tu Xingyun was seriously injured or not didn't matter much to Lu Xiaotian. But with the Pure Thunder