Tang San's Fury: Beaten to the Prize

The two tigers' auras collided in midair. The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's purplish-black evil energy and the Netherworld Saint Tiger Emperor's deep-blue power of destruction surged against each other like devouring tides,

grinding the surrounding trees to dust in swaths.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger moved first.

It was absurdly fast. Its purplish-black form traced an eerie arc through the air, and its claws came down toward Fang Fan's head, charged with space-rending Evil God Power.

Fang Fan neither dodged nor retreated. He clenched his right fist, gathering destruction and Ultimate Ice into a deep-blue sheath of frost around his knuckles, then met the blow head-on.

Boom!

The instant fist met claw, a visible shock wave erupted outward, shearing through every black tree within a hundred yards.

The punch sent the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger flying backward. Purplish-black blood seeped between its claws, and disbelief flashed in its eyes.

It had roamed the Star Dou Great Forest for tens of thousands of years. Even a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast could scarcely gain the upper hand against it, yet this human boy had driven it back with one punch.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger threw back its head and unleashed an enraged roar. Evil God Demonic Runes spread wildly across its body as it swelled and began to change shape.

A pair of purplish-black wings of evil energy unfurled from its back. The tip of its tail split into a huge, fanged maw, while hundreds of purplish-black spheres of evil energy appeared around it. Each held enough power to blow apart a mountaintop.

This was its innate Soul Skill, Evil God True Form. By burning its own essence, it could briefly wield power approaching that of the Evil God himself.

A faint smile touched Fang Fan's lips. He