Holy Mountain. A giant dragon and a ferocious tiger faced each other high in the sky.
Lin Qi, with only a cloak wrapped around his lower body, and the naked Lin Long gazed coldly at each other from several miles apart. Behind them both stood large numbers of towering, powerfully built men, their muscles knotted, blood surging through their bodies and Killing Intent billowing skyward. With the faint rise and fall of their chests, deep, resounding tiger roars continuously echoed between heaven and earth, shaking the surrounding mountain ranges without end.
The Lin Family's progenitor lightly landed beside Lin Qi. Squinting at Lin Long, his blade-sharp gaze swept him from head to toe, darkening Lin Long's expression. Seemingly highly sensitive to the progenitor's stare, Lin Qi noticed that Lin Long intentionally or otherwise avoided looking in the progenitor's direction.
The two sides remained locked in confrontation for over a quarter of an hour. More than a hundred thousand Tiger Clan members had arrived, and the number of clansmen behind Lin Long was roughly the same. Vast numbers from both sides had yet to appear, but the airspace above this stretch of forest could hold only so many people. Many clansmen stood far away, watching the developments here from afar.
"It seems you ought to say something?" Lin Qi looked at Lin Long.
After a long silence, Lin Long curled his lips in mockery. "What is there to say? I'm merely astonished at where you stole the secret cultivation methods of my Lin Family—and that you even dare to falsely use my family's surname. But I must remind you of one thing: without pure Lin Family blood, it is impossible to cultivate our family's methods to their peak."
The Lin Family's progenitor let out several snickers of cold laughter. He took