Before long, Little White Tiger and his entourage arrived at Treasure-Splitting Cliff.
The many cultivators following behind scattered in every direction, leaving only Little White Tiger and his entourage there as they waited for the show to begin.
"Why don't I see anyone from Heaven Mending Pavilion? Have they not arrived yet?"
"Who knows? Maybe they saw through Little White Tiger's scheme and didn't come!"
"Then wouldn't that leave us with no show to watch?"
"Let's wait a little longer. If they really don't come, our plan to pluck the peaches will have been wasted!"
Many cultivators landed on the surrounding peaks. Watching the people from Xiling Beast Mountain in midair, they whispered among themselves, calculation glinting in their eyes.
Little White Tiger looked expressionlessly at Treasure-Splitting Cliff, which resembled a fallen corner of a heavenly palace. He stepped out of his traveling palace and slowly rose into the air, looking down over everything before him.
With a wave of his paw, a figure shot out from behind him and came to a stop in midair.
All his meridians had been severed. Chains gleaming with black light pierced his shoulder blades, suspending him from a great banner pole. The blood dripping from him soaked Xiling Beast Mountain's banner.
His head hung low, his vitality already worn down to its last thread.
This was Liu Ze, who had fallen into Little White Tiger's hands.
"Li Zizai, are you still not coming out?! Does everyone from Heaven Mending Pavilion have blood that reeks like this?!"
"You cowards who cling to life and fear death-have you gone into hiding?!"
Little White Tiger's imperious voice swept across Treasure-Splitting Cliff and reached everyone's ears.
Seeing Liu Ze tortured beyond recognition, many people's expressions changed.
"This Little White Tiger really is savage. Does he intend to