That was a monster's nest. Zhao Fu could not help but feel delighted.
Zhao Fu had long had his own plans for the tiger-like monster he had left outside. He wanted to cultivate exclusive divine beasts for the Pantheon of Myriad Gods—beasts of war that would fight for the Pantheon of Myriad Gods.
Now that he had this monster nest, he could take it straight back and fuse a portion of the Myriad Gods Spear's inherited power into it. This nest would then become a nest of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, capable of giving birth to divine beasts possessing the power of myriad gods.
Just as Zhao Fu was about to step forward, the fierce-looking man opened his eyes. He was a god—a Tiger God.
The Tiger God sat up from the stone platform, glaring viciously at Zhao Fu. He drew a great saber and charged at Zhao Fu with a terrifying aura.
The Tiger God swiftly rushed before him. The great saber in his hand radiated cyan light as he swung it with all his might, sending a fierce saber gleam and a stream of cyan saber qi slashing toward Zhao Fu with astonishing force.
Zhao Fu's expression was somewhat disdainful. Raising his sword, he swung it forcefully, releasing a sharp sword gleam.
Bang!
Sword and saber collided with a thunderous boom. Cold flashes shot in all directions, and their force became a shockwave that spread outward. The Tiger God was sent flying more than ten meters before crashing to the ground and coughing up blood.
Zhao Fu pointed his sword at the Tiger God, a domineering smile on his face. "You may now choose to submit to me or choose death."
"Ah!"
The Tiger God climbed to his feet, ignoring Zhao Fu's words. With a roar, cyan