"Nie Yun, you brought this on yourself! Attack! Cut off one of Nie Xiaotian's arms!"
Nie Lang had not expected the youth to strike without warning the moment he said he would. His face flushed crimson with rage as he roared at the two men in black behind him!
As an elder and one of the patriarch's favored men, no one had ever dared defy him like this. Fury shot straight to his ears, and his head felt ready to explode!
He had still dared to attack under his threat—courting death, utterly courting death!
"Yes!"
The two men in black were his loyal subordinates. At his command, one of them raised his saber and slashed down at the restrained Nie Xiaotian!
Roar!
Before the saber could fall, a thunderous tiger roar suddenly erupted behind them. A massive paw came crashing viciously down upon the black-clad man's head!
The paw was swift as lightning, striking together with the roar. With a bang, before the man could even understand what had happened, he followed in Nie Qian's footsteps. His head became a smashed watermelon, brains and blood spraying everywhere.
"Ah?"
Seeing his companion abruptly turn into a headless corpse, the other black-clad man holding Nie Xiaotian hostage jumped in fright and hurriedly turned around. Yet to his utter surprise, once he turned his head, he never turned it back!
The owner of the paw struck again. With a thump, his head separated from his neck and fell to the ground, spinning round and round!
"A Tiger-head Beast? How could there be a Tiger-head Beast here?"
With both of his subordinates dead, Nie Lang finally saw what had attacked. His eyes bulged as he stared in disbelief!
"How could there be a Tiger-head Beast? Hmph, you'll find out when you reach the underworld!"