Fleeting

Zhou Shen's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Zhou Feng.

To him, the remaining Black Tiger Heart was his only hope of leaving the mountains.

As long as he broke through to the Blood Refining Realm, he could leave the mountains and enter the prefectural city to cultivate.

He had long since had enough of this rotten place. Between the annual beast tides and the hidden arrows from other stockades, it was impossible to cultivate here in peace.

"What are you trying to do?"

Zhou Zongming immediately stepped in front of Zhou Feng.

"Move! How much blood have I shed for the stockade? How many contributions have I made? This brat simply isn't worthy of the Black Tiger Heart."

Zhou Shen had no interest in listening to that nonsense. He only wanted to dig out the Black Tiger Heart as quickly as possible.

To that end, he no longer cared about anything else and directly called out the people hiding in the shadows.

"Huang Guangyi! If you want the Black Tiger Heart formula, help me stop Zhou Zongming."

And that was not all. Zhou Shen displayed unprecedented heaviness. Before Zhou Zongming could stop him for the Zhou Family Village, his spine twisted like a great dragon, and a White Tiger Heart Extraction shot straight at Zhou Feng's chest.

Blood Refining! Zhou Zongming was actually a Blood Refining martial artist, and he had long been lurking within the Black Tiger Heart.

Shi Shibiao's left hand was still trembling slightly. He felt that Zhou Feng's strength was somewhat abnormal.

"You! You actually colluded with the Huang Family? Aren't you afraid of seeking the skin of a tiger?"

"Hisss—"

"My, my. I never expected the famed Zhou Family Village to put on such a splendid show. Is this what they call