On the other side, the red tiger had already lost a leg, and its body was riddled with holes of varying sizes. Yet no blood flowed out—only spiritual radiance flashed wildly within those holes.
The cultivator facing it controlled four flying swords, darting back and forth as they continuously sliced through the red tiger's body.
Hearing the gray-robed old man's stern rebuke, the two men opposite him burst into loud laughter.
The burly man wielding the massive saber was bare-chested, his knotted muscles exposed. His round eyes bulged, and his bearded face twisted into a savage grin.
"Old Ghost Shuang, do you think you can tie down both of us at once? Hehehe...
None of you will get away. Hand over the 'Divine Ju Technique,' and I can leave your family of three intact corpses. Otherwise, before long, you'll beg to live but be unable to, and even death will be a luxury!"
"You shameless scoundrels! For one thing, you endured in silence for eighteen years. Even if we die, don't dream of getting it!"
A cloud of black qi suddenly surfaced on the gray-robed old man's face, only to be suppressed again by his spiritual power moments later.
The instant the other party mentioned his family, vicious fury surged into the gray-robed old man's heart. His spiritual power scattered for a moment, and even the poison qi he had forcibly suppressed could no longer be contained.
With that single lapse of concentration, his Divine Sense stalled.
On the other side, the enormous red tiger also paused in the midst of shifting about. The tall, thin cultivator in green robes controlling the four flying swords immediately seized the chance.
Two of the flying swords blocked the force of the red tiger's massive paw, while the other two spun swiftly and