At this moment, Zhang Xiaohua also withdrew his hand from his robe, his expression exceedingly grim. It was not that he could stand by and watch someone die. Though using his flying sword could easily expose him, this was a living human life. Zhang Xiaohua had not yet become so cold-hearted that he could look on without lifting a finger. Besides, everyone had been awed by the Thunder Tiger's presence just then; even if he secretly unleashed his flying sword, no one might notice anything.
Yet Zhang Xiaohua had not expected the Thunder Tiger to move so swiftly. Just as he slipped his hand into his robe and was about to take out Dreamchaser, the Thunder Tiger's sharp fangs had already sunk deeply into that unlucky disciple's abdomen. Blood poured forth in an instant. Zhang Xiaohua knew that even if he now drove Dreamchaser to chase the Thunder Tiger away, it would be too late.
What was more, his divine sense was currently suppressed to a range of only ten zhang. Judging by how the Thunder Tiger came and went like the wind, merely standing here and controlling Dreamchaser might not accomplish anything.
"Alas..." Zhang Xiaohua let out a deep sigh. Turning to look at Lu Chaoxian beside him, whose face had gone deathly pale, who had just risen to his feet only to collapse again when he saw that disciple carried off by the Thunder Tiger, he reached out and yanked him up from the ground.
Lu Chaoxian's limbs had gone weak with terror. Zhang Xiaohua pulled him up with effortless ease, but he naturally paid no attention to such details. He merely muttered, "I was such a fool. I only thought we might run into Pi Yang; even if our luck was bad, a few Jiang Zhu would