A flash of silver streaked past. The three-tailed tiger's sharp claw came crashing down from midair, erupting with savage force as wild winds howled toward a male cultivator's head.
The male cultivator froze in terror, his face filled with despair and fear. His body had no time to react at all. There was nowhere to run. He could only close his eyes and wait for death to descend.
The three-tailed tiger, meanwhile, already regarded this "prey" as meat on its platter. Its claw swept down with fierce momentum; barring any accident, this one strike would shatter the prey's head.
"Whoosh!"
At that moment, a crisp sound of something slicing through the air rang out. Ripples suddenly spread across the tiger's head, and immediately afterward, a sharp sword covered in golden sword radiance thrust out like a ghost.
The three-tailed tiger was utterly caught off guard. How had a sharp sword appeared out of thin air? In its haste, a cold glint flashed through its eyes as it forcibly pulled back the claw it had swung out and raised it directly before its head.
"Pfft!"
The sword pierced straight through its tiger claw and continued toward its head.
"Roar!"
The three-tailed tiger roared furiously. An inexplicable tremendous force caused its tiger claw to suddenly glow red, forcibly wrenching Chen Fan's sword off course. The sharp blade grazed past the tiger's cheek and fell, failing to pierce its head.
Chen Fan's figure had also emerged from the air. His expression tightened, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. He had not expected this tiger to possess such awareness—to sacrifice one of its claws in order to save its life.
Amid his surprise, Chen Fan turned his wrist and drew the sword back from the tiger claw. Then he stamped hard