Just as Ye Chenfeng cut down the evil tiger's resentful soul, the evil tiger's true form, which was fighting Yang Yuanhong on the hunting ground plain with its head and tail, suddenly seemed to suffer a crushing blow as well.
After Yang Yuanhong dispelled its attacks with a punch and a palm strike, he sensed the tiger's aura rapidly weakening.
"Urgh... Damn it! That sword... it was from that bastard Dao Academy!"
The evil tiger roared furiously, its head swaying unsteadily in the air while its formerly incomparably powerful tail drooped limply onto the ground.
"I said we should have killed him back then!"
"Those three fools who kept looking ahead and behind! They insisted on taking the long view!"
"If we had devoured him then and seized that vast heaven-sent fortune, I would surely have reached the Profound Insight Realm. How could I have ended up in this miserable state today?!"
As the evil tiger roared, great chunks of flesh began falling from its body.
Yang Yuanhong looked closely, and the chill in his eyes deepened.
For the tiger flesh scattered across the ground was in truth formed from the corpses of Demon Beasts and human cultivators, crushed and piled together.
Now that it no longer had the residual soul's power holding it together, that flesh revealed its original form.
When all the flesh had fallen away, the evil tiger revealed its horrifying true form: all its flesh long dead and gone, leaving behind only stark white bones.
With its powerful divine sense, even with no flesh remaining and only a skeleton left, the evil tiger could still control its body. As it swayed, its bones clattered and clicked.
"Ah—Good, good, good! Very good!"
Once the skeletal evil tiger's head returned to its proper place, its thoughts rang out