"Are you not afraid of raising a tiger that will one day bring disaster?"
Watching Yao Wuchang's figure grow farther and farther away, Yao Tianran suddenly let out a furious roar, rage surging in his heart.
"Hahahaha."
Hearing this, Yao Qingmian burst into unprecedented laughter for the first time in his life. "How strange. I never thought that Yao Tianran, the famed First Prodigy of our Three-Eyed Royal Clan, would also become anxious. It seems that what I, Yao Qingmian, did was right. As for raising a tiger that will bring disaster, that is still far better than the grave threat at your side right now."
Yao Qingmian's words left no room for rebuttal.
Thus, the battle between the two became even fiercer once more.
It could almost be called a battle of life and death.
To cut off someone's path of cultivation was like killing their parents.
In Yao Tianran's eyes, Yao Qingmian's actions this time were naturally utterly unforgivable.
When the snipe and clam fought, the fisherman profited.
Yet behind the fisherman, there was still a thief.
As Yao Qingmian and Yao Tianran battled, the aftershocks of their clash thundered through the entire Devil Forest, sending all manner of yao beasts fleeing in every direction.
After all, the strength of their Supreme Realm cultivation had, without exception, visibly raised the difficulty of this Three-Eyed Royal Clan Hunting Competition.
But where there was danger, there was naturally extraordinary opportunity within it.
If the two continued to remain deadlocked until the stipulated time ran out, would not the rewards for first place, second place, and even third place in the Hunting Competition fall into the hands of those who came later?
Although Yao Wuchang had undergone ancestral bloodline reversion, his strength was merely at the Half-step Life and Death Realm.