The ten-thousand-year Ghost Tiger seemed to have discovered Xiao Yan's whereabouts, but it did not rush to attack. Its bloodred eyes brimmed with murderous bloodlust, the black vertical pupils at their centers contracting now and then.
"This fellow seems to have its sights set on me," Xiao Yan muttered.
"I'm not the one who injured you. Don't take your anger out on me."
Just as his words fell, the ten-thousand-year Ghost Tiger's piercing cry rang out again:
"Roooaaar!"
It suddenly moved, turning into a streak of black light!
Xiao Yan's Spiritual Power detection gave him an accurate warning: the ten-thousand-year Ghost Tiger was targeting him, hidden up in the tree.
As an agility-attack Soul Beast, the Ghost Tiger was so fast that the eye could barely follow it. The instant it moved, its body had already pounced forward, yet an identical figure remained where it had stood.
Only when its real body reached Xiao Yan did the figure left behind slowly disappear.
Xiao Yan grabbed the Heavy Xuan Ruler on his back and yanked it free, spun it once in his hand, then put it away. Facing a Ghost Tiger whose cultivation had already reached ten thousand years, he dared not hold anything back.
Sometimes, that single fine line could be the difference between life and death.
The moment the Heavy Xuan Ruler left his body, Xiao Yan became light and nimble. Freed from its restraints, the Soul Power flowing within him surged more fiercely as well. He pushed lightly off the trunk with his foot, producing a muffled thud.
"Explosive Step!"
Xiao Yan shot away like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Its pounce missing, the ten-thousand-year Ghost Tiger landed on the trunk on all fours without making the slightest sound, like a few ounces of cotton drifting down.