Staring at the Burial Emperor Blade radiance carrying the aura of a demonic tiger, Tian Wuan's pupils contracted. "Young Master of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, Shadow Moon Demon Rat."
In his demon-rat form, he gripped his blade and raised his head. "Tian Wuan, I'll block your sword."
"Overestimating yourself..."
Tian Wuan spoke grimly. The sky split apart again, and swords like divine punishment streaked down like thunderbolts, stabbing toward the demon-rat form.
Such swords of divine punishment carried a powerful and unfathomable Dao intent. Had it been an ordinary Divine Dao Stage cultivator, they would have gone weak all over long ago.
No—even beings at the former level of the Feather Transformation Emperor would have buckled.
But the demon-rat form was Sikong Jing, the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts.
He would not fear any force or pressure in this world. Now that he was linked to Black Tiger's demonic beast power, he was even more fearless.
Able to draw upon that power and possessed of an unwavering will that feared nothing, the demon-rat form still drew his blade and slashed out against the swords of divine punishment.
The Burial Emperor Blade carried the might of a demonic tiger and the vast aura of the Burial Emperor Battlefield, its streams of blade radiance crashing skyward.
Blade and sword collided... Rumble, rumble, rumble!
He blocked them—he had blocked them again. The demon-rat form completely stopped every sword of divine punishment.
Though the power was still Black Tiger's, Black Tiger no longer needed to divide his attention toward Tian Wuan in the sky. He handed that entirely to the demon-rat form, leaving him with only one set of enemies... Ling Dao and the other two.
Things became much easier at once.
The Black Prison Burial Emperor Claw transformed into a boundless hellish