By the time the four from Mystic Gate came back to their senses, Lu Ye had already gathered up the spoils, swung himself onto the tiger's back, and vanished in a cloud of dust.
"Just now... he..."
A young woman in the group stammered out a few words, but even her companions had no idea what she was trying to say.
Everything they had just witnessed had struck them far too hard.
Lu Ye's cultivation at Spirit Stream Tier Three was impossible to conceal. Two of them were also at Spirit Stream Tier Three, yet none of them had imagined that a cultivator at that level could possess such terrifying aggression. In only ten breaths' time, he had killed three opponents they had struggled to contend with, one of whom had even been at Spirit Stream Tier Four!
That counted as killing an enemy above his rank, something ordinarily only disciples from great sects could accomplish.
They could be certain that if that tiger-riding youth had wanted to attack them just now, they would have died even faster than the three from Nine Stars Sect.
While they were still lost in thought, the distant Big Tiger suddenly changed direction and charged back toward them.
The burly Tier Three man's expression changed. He hurriedly shielded his three junior brothers and sister behind him, staring ahead warily.
A moment later, Amber stopped before the four of them. Lu Ye sat upright on the tiger's back, looking down at them from above. Less than five zhang separated them.
The powerful pressure made the female cultivator in the group's chest rise and fall as she struggled to breathe.
"Do you have any Spiritual Pills?" the youth on the tiger's back suddenly asked.
"Ah... yes!" the burly man hurriedly answered. "You want them?"
Lu Ye