Slaying the Pseudo-Fifth-Tier Tiger Demon

The White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King was not feeling well at the moment.

The penetrating wound in his chest was still bleeding.

The power of his bloodline had been forcibly activated twice, pushing his body to its limit.

It could clearly sense that it could only use it one more time at most.

"Soon."

It stared ahead, a glimmer of hope in its eyes.

"Once we cross the border, I will be safe."

It looked back.

Zhao Changgeng was still chasing behind them, and the distance was even closer than before.

The White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King gritted his teeth, channeling his last bit of strength into his limbs, and desperately ran towards the pass.

Just then, it suddenly noticed movement ahead.

The White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King's speed faltered slightly; there were people ahead of him, at least a dozen.

It glanced at the Nei Jin cultivation level and the Ming Jin cultivation level, then ignored them.

A swarm of ants, it didn't even bother to carefully probe everyone's aura. It only sensed the fluctuations of the few Nei Jin martial artists at the front, and then ran at full speed again, preparing to swat the insects blocking its way with one claw and continue its escape.

"Stop!"

Just then, a voice came from the back of the line.

A black figure leaped out from the back of the group and landed steadily in front of Ji Qingqing.

"Sir, have you discovered something?"

"There's movement ahead. I sense the presence of a demonic beast. You all need to find a safe place to hide."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King pounced out of the night.

Ji Qingqing and the others did not hesitate.

They knew that staying put would only hold Lu Feng back.

The group quickly retreated to a large rock several dozen feet away.

Seeing that Ji Qingqing and the others had reached a safe distance, Lu Feng activated his True Essence, drew his Ink-Sunken Saber, and slashed at the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King.

"Boom!"

A loud bang.

The Ink-Sunken Saber and the tiger's claw collided head-on in mid-air.

Lu Feng took two steps back, his feet leaving two deep pits in the soil beneath his feet.

The White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King was also shaken and staggered back several steps, his claws going numb.

It raised its head, a look of disbelief flashing in its eyes.

"Grandmaster? His physical body is actually that strong?"

But it didn't have time to think about it further.

Zhao Changgeng could catch up with them at any moment.

Without further hesitation, the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King once again activated its bloodline power.

A pale red glow emanated from its body. It raised its head and let out a deafening tiger's roar, and a visible shockwave swept towards Lu Feng.

Lu Feng did not retreat. He gripped the sword with both hands, channeling all his True Essence into the blade.

Nine Extremes Heaven-Breaking Slash.

The overwhelming Saber Force of the blade exploded from its edge, colliding head-on with the shockwave of the tiger's roar.

The overwhelming momentum was significantly weakened by the tiger's roar, and the sharpness of the Saber Force was reduced by nearly half.

But the slash still went out.

If the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King hadn't been injured, this attack might not have posed much of a threat to it.

But it was already completely exhausted.

The piercing wound in his chest reopened due to the aftershocks of the Saber Force's force, and blood gushed out.

Its massive body was cleaved dozens of feet away by a single blow, crashing through several ancient trees that were as thick as a person's embrace, before finally slamming heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Not far away, Zhao Changgeng caught up just in time.

He saw the aftershocks of Lu Feng's strike, and his expression changed slightly.

If that blow had been delivered by him, even if he were to follow up, he would have suffered a minor injury.

Zhao Changgeng tightened his grip on his sword.

He was still hesitating.

Lu Feng helped him by stopping the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King, which could be considered a favor.

He did struggle with whether or not to be killed.

But now that he has witnessed Lu Feng's strength, he recalls the different look in Lu Shuang's eyes when she looked at Lu Feng.

The killing intent solidified in his eyes. He no longer wavered.

At this moment, Lu Feng frowned slightly when he saw that the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King was still alive after taking a Nine Extremes Heaven-Breaking Slash.

The White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King was struggling to get up when Lu Feng raised his sword again, and the Saber Force the second Nine Extremes Heaven-Breaking Slash quickly condensed on the blade.

"No!"

The White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King raised its head, its eyes fixed on the approaching black blade of light. It wanted to dodge, but its limbs wouldn't obey its commands.

It tried to unleash its bloodline power again, but not a single drop could be squeezed out of its body.

It never expected that it would be defeated here, defeated by a human at the Early Grandmaster.

The blade flashed.

The enormous tiger head rolled among the fallen leaves, its eyes still open.

[Ding! Successfully killed the pseudo-Tier 5 Tiger Demon, gained Demon Points: 5,000,000;]

Lu Feng sheathed his sword and stood there, taking a slight breath.

'Pseudo-fifth tier!'

He glanced down at the corpse of the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King, pondering to himself.

This tiger demon's true cultivation level should be at the peak of the fourth rank, but when it was on the verge of death, it forcibly activated its bloodline power and briefly touched the threshold of the fifth rank.

That's why the system classified it as "pseudo-fifth order".

He glanced at the points token at his waist.

Thirty-three thousand two hundred.

Killing the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King only added 1,000 points, calculated according to the standard for a fourth-tier Demon King.

Lu Feng walked to the corpse of the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King, squatted down, and began to collect its essence blood.

But his attention never left the east side.

Even before that blade fell, he sensed an aura lurking in the shadows.

Seeing Lu Feng slay the Demon King, Ji Qingqing, who was in the distance, showed joy on her face and was about to come out from behind the boulder.

Just then, a sharp Sword Qi pierced through the air.

The Sword Qi was so fast it almost left no trace, heading straight for Lu Feng's back.

Ji Qingqing's pupils contracted sharply, her mouth gaped open, and she hadn't even had a chance to shout.

The Sword Qi then passed through Lu Feng's body.

No blood, no screams.

The figure vanished under the impact of the Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi pierced through the afterimage and struck the corpse of the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King, producing a dull thud.

"Phantom?"

Zhao Changgeng's expression changed slightly.

His sword strike just now had been accumulating power for a long time, and it was aimed directly at Lu Feng's aura.

And this Great Grandmaster and swordsman was completely oblivious to the flaws in his plan.

That scene was just an illusion; where is the real Lu Feng?

"Not good!"

Zhao Changgeng suddenly realized what was going on.

At that very moment.

A heavy, sharp Saber Force suddenly pressed down on him from behind.

Zhao Changgeng had no time to think and suddenly lowered his body to the side.

A heavy black blade cleaved down from where he had been standing, its energy carving a deep trench several meters long into the ground.

"Senior Brother Zhao, it's been a long time."

"He attacked me the moment we met, I don't know why?"

Zhao Changgeng straightened up, held his longsword horizontally in front of him, and the look of surprise on his face instantly turned into a smile.

"Junior Brother Lu, what are you saying? I was just trying to help you kill that White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King, but you killed him first. My Sword Qi energy couldn't be stopped, so it went towards you. It's a misunderstanding."

Lu Feng looked at him, smiled, and didn't reply.

He didn't believe a word of that.

When he fought the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King earlier, he sensed a presence lurking in the shadows.

If they're really here to help, there's no need to hide it.

After he killed the White-Foreheaded Tiger Demon King, he instead thrust his sword towards the back of the demon king.

This isn't helping; it's clearly taking advantage of their misfortune, trying to take them both down together.

The two of them, laughing, walked slowly to the center of the field, one on the left and one on the right.