"White Tiger Slaughter World," Junior Brother Xuanfeng, "your White Tiger's prowess is not as great as Lord Zhen Shan's Dingshan Tiger." Faced with the gathering of the White Tiger Spirit Form, Xuan Guang spoke lightly and carelessly.
"The White Tiger is just a manifestation of the Four Symbols, it needn't the pomp of mortals." Faced with Xuan Guang's psychological attack, Xuanfeng wasn't fooled.
The True Martial Dao Sect belonged to the Taoist School, which modelled its teachings on nature and the universe, and the universe itself needed no pomp to decorate itself. The White Tiger was one of the Four Symbols, and the Four Symbols were also a natural part of the universe.
"Enough talk, Xuan Guang, meet your demise!"
Xuanfeng could not suppress the rage in his heart. The White Tiger roared to the sky without a sound, instead spewing countless wind blades tinged with Geng Metal Energy, sweeping towards Xuan Guang who was situated high on the second floor.