As this thought entered his mind, Yang Yuanhong's grip on the tiger's tail suddenly loosened, and the giant tiger pulled it back.
Those three sentences had already made the giant tiger's origins clear. It was one of the Western Beasts captured by Lingxiao Dao Academy.
And the formidable figure it spoke of, whom not even the spirit beast ancestor could contend with, could only be Zhuang Xuanji, the one hailed as the Number One Cultivator in the Human Realm.
Seeing that the other party had regained its senses and withdrawn its imposing aura, Yang Yuanhong raised his hand in greeting. "Greetings, Senior."
At his words, light flickered in the giant tiger's eyes. It exhausted its strength to press its two forepaws together and replied, "Greetings, young friend. I lost myself and committed violence just now. I hope you will not take offense."
"You are too courteous, Senior. May I ask what arrangement this place truly is? Outside, I heard that you Western Beasts were also said to have died and been buried here."
Yang Yuanhong estimated that the giant tiger would not remain lucid for long, so he immediately began probing into the true circumstances of this place.
"We truly are things that have already died..."
Through Thought Transmission, the giant tiger raised its head and spread the thick fur around its neck, revealing a glaring crimson blood mark.
The blood mark circled its entire neck. It had clearly been left behind when it was beheaded.
"Though we are inferior to that person... we are still heaven-and-earth spirit beasts that have found the true meaning of the Dao Path. Even after death, our thoughts can endure for a long time..."
The giant tiger explained, "But the power of this formation is too great. Two hundred years of erosion have reduced