Lou Changfeng died a truly miserable death. Whether for dumplings or boiled meatballs, his body had been minced into filling, becoming the finest fifth-grade ingredient and selflessly nourishing the land. After his death, more than three hundred spirit beast cores burst out of his consciousness space. He had plundered them during his earlier slaughter, and naturally, others could claim them after he died.
However, Brother Tiger seemed utterly uninterested in this astonishing number of spirit beast cores, even showing some aversion to them. He simply swept up from the sheer cliff of the chasm, took Lou Changfeng's core from afar, then rode the wind in swift pursuit of Ding Ying.
To be honest, Ding Ying felt worse than if she had eaten shit. She and Lou Changfeng had slaughtered the spirit beasts in the mountains purely for more opportunities and benefits. But now, not only had she triggered an extremely severe Heavenly Dao punishment rule, she had also attracted the attention of that human-bodied, tiger-faced demigod physique, plunging her into mortal danger.
In combat strength, that demigod physique possessed the power to split the sky with a single slash; in resources, the giant blade in his hand was a supreme treasure; in escape speed, that vicious tiger had clearly condensed his intent through the wind aspect of heaven and earth. Moving with the wind gave him the speed of Shrinking Earth to an Inch, without any need for complicated techniques.
She could neither beat him nor outrun him... She felt incredibly aggrieved and furious, and thought the entire Myriad Spirits Mountain Range was steeped in a savagery almost reminiscent of the ancient wilderness. Every traveler pressed their advantage mercilessly, was brainless and petty, and loved singling people out.
Although her standing in her sect fell short of that senior sister's,