Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's movements are getting slower and slower and heavier.
The light in those Dark Gold vertical pupils became increasingly dim.
It no longer dodges or defends, it just attacks, attacks, and attacks crazily - as if it wants to pour out all the last power in its life on the three humans in front of it.
Finally.
"Pfft--!"
Gu Changqing Plain Longsword suddenly lit up in his hand, the light cyan brilliance surged, and he slashed out with a sword.
This sword embodies his lifelong understanding of the art of swordsmanship.
The sword's light was like a rainbow, penetrating Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's fierce offensive, passing through its throat, and bringing out a dark red blood mist.
"Peng--!"
Almost at the same time, Huiming's Demon-Subduing Pestle hit Black-Scaled Demon Tiger on the head.
The golden light is bright, like the full blow of the Angry-Eye King Kong.
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's head was hit violently, and the sound of the skull shattering could be heard clearly.
"Pfft--!"
Shen Shen stabbed Plain Longsword straight in her hand, and gently touched Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's heart.
An invisible force penetrated the scales and flesh, and exploded in his heart.
Black-Scaled Demon Tiger's huge body suddenly froze.
In those Dark Gold vertical pupils, the light flickered violently several times like a candle in the wind.
It opened its mouth and wanted to let out one last roar, but it could only let out a low, hoarse growl that seemed to be squeezed out from deep in its chest.
Then, its huge body crashed to the ground.
The ground trembled, dust flew up, and dark red blood gurgled out from under it, quickly saturating a large area of land.
This mobilized monster invaded Qingyang Prefecture. It was extremely cunning and made Seven Sects's tracking master helpless. The master-level monster - Black-Scaled Demon Tiger, was killed.
The earth-shattering pressure in the mountain col finally completely dissipated.
"The siege was successful!"
Fang Han stood on the top of the giant tree, and his robes were blown by the residual air waves sweeping in from a distance.
He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his body swayed, and like a wisp of smoke, he flew towards the mountain col that had long been beyond recognition.
The distance is several miles, and at the speed of Fang Han, it will be there very quickly.
The sight in front of him made him stop in his tracks.
The entire mountain col seemed to have been repeatedly kneaded by an invisible giant hand. The low mountains were flattened, the forest trees were turned into powder, and the ground was crisscrossed with ravines, the deepest of which were several feet deep.
The huge body of Black-Scaled Demon Tiger fell quietly among the gravel and broken wood, and the dark red blood formed a small puddle under it.
The three masters stood next to the corpse of the demon tiger, talking in low voices.
Hearing the slight sound of clothes Break the Wind, the three of them looked sideways at the same time.
Seeing it was Fang Han, a peaceful smile appeared in Huiming's clear eyes, and the rosary in his hand paused slightly.
"We were able to successfully round up and kill this evil beast this time, thanks to Donor Fang who tracked down and found the hiding place of this evil beast."
His voice was rich and kind, like the bells echoing in an ancient temple.
Putting his hands together, he nodded slightly towards Fang Han, the admiration in his eyes undisguised.
"The poor monk is quite curious. Everyone else who participated in the tracking failed. How did Donor Fang discern the true whereabouts of this evil beast from those fake auras?"
"Back to Master, that monster is indeed cunning. It actually attached its aura with its scales and let birds and beasts carry it away in its mouth."
Fang Han stopped a few feet away, bowed to the three masters, and then straightened up.
He paused, organized his words, and continued.
"However, its cleverness was misled by its cleverness. It tried its best to restrain its own aura, but instead it became special among the many auras, so it exposed itself."
"Amazing."
Silence spoke.
The ordinary-looking Rain Listening Tower Supreme Elder stood with his hands behind his hands. His unrivaled eyes fell on Fang Han, and the corners of his mouth curved in a rare light arc.
"Being able to find out where the true identity is from the maze deliberately arranged by a master-level monster is an incredible tracking method."
There was a little sigh in his voice.
"When I received the message from you, Master Nephew Fang, I had doubts about the authenticity of the message. Now it seems that I am just sitting in a well and looking at the sky."
Fang Han quickly handed over:
"Senior, I'm serious, I just--"
"No need to be humble."
Silently waved his hand, interrupting Fang Han's words.
There was no expression on his ordinary face, but his tone was a little more serious.
"Your accomplishments in tracing a path are truly unparalleled in Qingyang County. Qingxuan Sect is lucky to have a disciple like you."
Gu Changqing stood aside with his hands behind his hands and never spoke.
But when Silence said these words, an almost imperceptible smile flashed across his cloudy eyes.
Huiming withdrew his gaze from Fang Han and turned to the huge demon tiger corpse.
"What do you two plan to do with the body of this evil beast?"
Silent eyes swept over the corpse of the demon tiger, and he pondered for a moment.
"This demon tiger is a master-level monster, and its body is full of treasures - its scales can be refined into High Grade defense Dharma Weapon, its muscles and bones can be used as medicine, and its flesh and blood contains the majestic energy and blood essence, which is of great benefit to a warrior's practice."
"According to my opinion, how about dividing the body into three parts, and each of the three of us takes one and brings it back to the sect?"
Huiming nodded slightly. "This is what the poor monk means."
Gu Changqing also nodded. "Yes."
The three of them took action immediately.
Shen Mo holds Plain Longsword and cuts on the body of the demon tiger. The movements seem random but are extremely precise.
The corpse of the master-level monster, which was stronger than gold and iron, was cut open easily under his sword like a butcher unloading an ox.
Not long after, the entire demon tiger corpse was divided into three parts, each weighing several thousand kilograms.
Muscles, bones, scales, flesh and blood - the three parts are divided extremely evenly.
As a reward, Fang Han also received a small piece. Although it was only a small piece, it weighed hundreds of kilograms.
Silence tied up his portion with straw and vines, turned around, and his eyes fell on Fang Han.
"Master Fang's nephew."
Fang Han was slightly startled, then cupped his hands and said:
"Senior, what are your orders?"
"In the valley, there are still more than ten trackers waiting for news. The three of us need to rush back to our respective sects immediately to properly dispose of the body of the demon tiger so that we will not stay for a long time."
Said silently.
"Can you go to the valley for me and tell them that the monster has been eliminated and the mission is over?"
Fang Han nodded and responded, "That's what I meant, senior, don't worry."
"Good work."
Silence nodded slightly.
The three masters no longer stayed, picked up the corpses of the master monsters they had received, and each unfolded Body Movement, transforming into three invisible streams of light, and swept away in different directions.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the vast mountains and forests.
After confirming that the three masters had gone away, Fang Han thought slightly, and there was an oilcloth in his hand. He carefully wrapped the flesh and blood with the oilcloth, and put the oilcloth package back into Storage Ring.
Even a strong master may not possess this Storage Ring.
He has known that wealth should not be revealed since he came to this world, let alone a treasure like this that is enough to be coveted by a master-level powerhouse.
"It's time to go back."
He identified the direction, swayed, and unfolded <Wind God Step>.
Minor Success Stage's master-level Body Movement drives without reservation, and the speed is astonishingly fast.
The scenery on both sides retreated rapidly, and the wind howled in my ears.
He did not deliberately restrain his movements, and there was no need to hide his whereabouts at this time.
After half a day, we arrived at the entrance of the valley.
Some people were talking in low voices, some were leaning against the rocks with their eyes closed, and some were wiping the weapons in their hands repeatedly - these were subconscious actions when they were depressed.
Fang Han's figure swept out from the dense forest and landed at the mouth of the valley.
Everyone looked up almost at the same time.
"Fang True Disciple!"
Su Wanbai was the first to stand up, with a bit of eagerness and expectation in his clear eyes.
She walked forward quickly and asked.
"What do the three masters say? Is the monster mentioned in your letter a master monster?"
Fang Han met her gaze and nodded slightly.
"That monster is indeed a master monster, and that master monster has been eliminated by the three masters."
There was a brief silence in the valley.
The thin old man in gray robe suddenly stood up, his fingers twirling his beard trembling slightly.
Tang Jun, who had an animal skin bag hanging on his waist, opened his mouth wide, the flesh on his face trembled, and then he let out a long breath.
The blind woman tapped the ground gently with her bamboo stick, her eyes covered by black cloth turned in the direction of Fang Han, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Then, the irrepressible sounds of relief and exclamation sounded almost simultaneously.
The expressions of the dozen or so tracking experts at this moment are all different, but they all reveal the same emotion - relief.
In the past few days, there have been constant reports that villages and towns in the county have been attacked by monsters, and new casualties are reported every day.
Warriors like them, whose profession is tracking, know that there is a master-level monster making trouble behind their backs, but they can't even touch its shadow. You can imagine their frustration and powerlessness.
Now, the dark cloud hanging over everyone's head has finally dissipated.
"Really... really found by you?"
Tang Jun came back to his senses, his voice still filled with disbelief.
He looked Fang Han up and down, as if he was looking at something incredible.
"The monster used its scales as bait and dispersed its aura in all directions. We and a dozen of us chased it for hundreds of miles, but only found its scales and not even its shadow. How on earth did you tell the difference?"
Fang Han glanced at Tang Jun. Although this man had a rough face, there was only pure curiosity and admiration in his eyes, not the slightest bit of jealousy.
He briefly said what he said to Master Huiming before.
After everyone listened, they looked at each other in silence.
The truth is not complicated, but one can imagine how difficult it is to capture the almost nonexistent breath among those dozens of breaths.
They ask themselves that they cannot achieve such keen perception.
"The next life is to be feared."
The old man in gray robe slowly spit out four words. On his wrinkled face, the initial doubts and scrutiny were gone, leaving only a heartfelt sigh.
Although the others did not speak, the contempt in their eyes had long since dissipated.
No one here dares to underestimate Fang Han because of his age.
Amidst the rustling discussion, someone inadvertently cast their eyes to one side.
There, Nether Pavilion Elder Luo Qi stood with his hands behind his hands, his face gloomy.