"Roar—"
The 30-foot white tiger roared and instantly appeared behind Han Muye with a gust of wind. Then it raised its front paws and slammed them down.
Han Muye, who was standing where he was, did not move. He reached out and pulled out the Green Destiny Sword from the sword box behind him, slashing to the left.
"Slash—"
The white tiger's tail fell.
The previous pounce was fake. The long-tailed whip was the real deal.
Han Muye had long studied the White Tiger's methods on the Nine Mystic Mountain.
The Daoist's face darkened when he saw that the white tiger's tail had been cut off with a single strike.
The tailless white tiger's ferocity was activated. It stopped in its tracks and opened its mouth to bite.
Han Muye snorted softly, and the phantom of Baxia appeared behind him.
"Divine Beast Bloodline Power!"
The Daoist opposite him exclaimed.