This young man.
Was none other than Zhou Lie.
"You're an outsider?"
Xiao Yuan was no fool, either.
His age, his strength, and the way he immediately demanded the sacred relic.
Clearly, he was an outsider.
Yet another outsider!
Xiao Yuan was so furious that he laughed.
"Hand over the sacred relic? To you? How arrogant!"
He had just slain the Six-Eyed Demon Lord, avenging the great grudge from his previous life.
His spirits were at their peak.
Even though that sneak attack had nearly killed him.
He merely chalked it up to his own carelessness.
Did this man really think a reincarnator blessed by Destiny was made of clay?
"Since you're another otherworldly fiend, you can die with him!"
Xiao Yuan roared furiously.
The aura of a middle-tier Martial Saint erupted without restraint.
Crimson-gold Qi and Blood power surged out of him.
The remaining Demonic Qi around them vanished instantly under the onslaught of this supremely fierce, yang-infused blood energy.
Xiao Yuan clenched his fingers into a fist and threw a punch.
A soul-shaking tiger's roar rang out.
The enormous phantom of a crimson-gold tiger roared into being and pounced straight at Zhou Lie.
Before the attack even reached him.
Its violent gale had already sent sand and stones flying through the air.
Facing this strike.
Zhou Lie remained indifferent, not even blinking.
He simply tightened his grip on the unremarkable woodcutting blade in his hand.
And delivered a slash without the slightest flourish.
A ribbon of gray-white blade light.
Slashed toward the tiger phantom.
"Roar!"
The tiger phantom, condensed from Qi and Blood power, was actually cleaved in two by that simple slash.
It dissolved into blood energy that filled the air, collapsing with a thunderous boom.
Xiao Yuan's heart jolted.
He had thrown that punch in fury.