The old man's battle with the Sky Winged Tiger had also reached its climax. The old man punched the Sky Winged Tiger in the waist, and in pain, it lashed out with a fierce tiger-tail sweep. The old man failed to dodge in time and was struck by the tail, immediately sent flying more than thirty feet away.
The old man seemed seriously injured. Only after coughing up a mouthful of blood did he slowly rise to his feet. One hand clutched his left ribs, as though they had been broken.
Seeing that the old man was badly wounded, the Sky Winged Tiger gave him no chance to catch his breath. It lunged forward, intending to deliver a fatal blow.
Just as the old man was about to die beneath its claws, Xiao Yan knew it was time for him to make an appearance. He sprang from the forest, drew his blade, and in an instant moved from the Sky Winged Tiger's left side to its right. After flourishing the blade, he slowly sheathed it. The Sky Winged Tiger's head fell at once. Its massive body crashed to the ground, and the dust it kicked up along with the tremendous boom made Xiao Yan's back look incomparably heroic and dashing. The little girl's eyes shone with wonder. This was the Drawing Sword Technique Xiao Yan had practiced so diligently. Its first use had killed a nine-star Dou Huang, leaving Xiao Yan quite satisfied. Though there had been an element of surprise, it still proved that his Drawing Sword Technique was formidable.
The old man closed his eyes and thought.
It seems my life ends here. I never thought Su Qian would die beneath the claws of a beast.
Yet after waiting with his eyes shut for death, Su Qian felt