The Tiger King suddenly discovered an inexplicable desire to renounce the world and practice cultivation deep within his heart. He quickly shook his head, attempting to cast out such thoughts from his mind.
However, the voice seed to be inescapable, as if it was coming from the depths of his heart.
The turmoil of his bloodline and the calmness of his emotions created a violent conflict, causing the blood in the Tiger King’s body to surge chaotically.
A gush of fresh blood spurted out as he stared with dead-set eyes at the old monk before him and said, "Baldy, what sorcery have you used?"
The Long-Eyebrowed Arhat said with a faint smile, "The old monk rely wanted the Demon King to calm down."
"So hypocritical, clearly you just want to cripple this little tiger. People of the Buddhist Sect still love to play tricks," the White Dragon said disdainfully.
"Quick, tell what’s happening?"
"It’s simple, this little tiger has awakened his bloodline, but the power is so imnse that his current body simply cannot bear it."
"The best solution is to release it, and a fierce battle is essential for that. However, this old fellow used the Buddhist Law to soothe his emotions, dampening his will to fight."
"As a result, there is no unity between mind and body, naturally leading to his body being devastated by this power. If he cannot overco this challenge, even if he survives this ti, his foundation will be ruined."
Upon hearing the White Dragon’s explanation, Lin Fang understood the danger of the situation. He looked at the benevolent-faced Long-Eyebrowed Arhat, never expecting him to be such a scher. It seed that the old saying was true: "Don’t judge a book by its cover."
anwhile, the Tiger King was in such tornt from the technique that he felt worse than death; the rioting bloodline continued to violently surge within his body, giving him the sensation of being on the brink of exploding.
"Kill!" Overcoming the influence in his heart, the Tiger King mustered all his strength and charged toward the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat.
Seeing this change in the Tiger King, a hint of surprise appeared on the face of the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat. He hadn’t expected the Tiger Demon to still be able to launch an attack under these circumstances, which explained why he could suppress Galan to this extent.
Despite appearing frail, he was actually extrely agile and deftly dodged the Tiger King’s attacks with nimble maneuvers, all the while continuing to recite scriptures to disturb the Tiger King’s spirit.
Just when it seed the Tiger King was about to burst and perish from this power, a mysterious force appeared in the sky, suppressing the tumultuous bloodline within him.
Curiously glancing at the White Dragon within the pagoda, Lin Fang asked with a smile, "When did you beco so kind-hearted?"
Despite his words, he had also been prepared to intervene secretly. This Tiger King was a rare genius in the Demon Clan, and it would have been a pity if he died here.
"It’s been a long ti since I’ve seen an awakened bloodline from ancient tis; it would be too wasteful if he were to just die," the White Dragon said somberly.
He had just utilized his own bloodline aura to suppress and it indeed worked, suggesting that although the bloodline within the Tiger King was powerful, it wasn’t unmanageably so.
Perhaps out of instinct, the mont he felt the presence of the White Dragon’s bloodline power, the raging bloodline power within the Tiger King paused. Unaware of the reason, he sharply seized the opportunity and quickly began to channel his mana to regulate the spiraling bloodline.
Seeing this, the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat showed a hint of bewildernt, sensing that the Tiger King’s turbulent bloodline power had beco much calr.
Because the aura of the White Dragon’s bloodline was very subtle, he failed to notice soone was spying.
However, the Tiger King did not give him ti to ponder; feeling a sudden lightness in his body, he launched a ferocious attack on the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat.
A pair of sharp claws transford into countless afterimages, relentlessly attacking the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat with a piercing aura.
The sharp claws, carrying imnse strength, streaked across the air with a ghostly light; he had grown to utterly despise the old fellow before him.
However, the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat showed not the slightest hint of panic. Facing the oncoming Tiger King, his countenance remained one of compassion and kindness.
His two fingers ca together, seemingly aglow with golden light, as the sound of tal clashing with tal echoed through the air, the noise created by the eting of fingertips and sharp claws.
Bright sparks burst forth where they made contact, exceptionally conspicuous under the night sky.
In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of moves, yet neither had gained the upper hand.
But after this bout of frenzied offense, the Tiger King felt the tumultuous power in his bloodline seed to have diminished significantly, and a look of elation spread across his face.
His attacks beca even swifter, as things seed to enter a virtuous cycle; with the aid of the battle, a vague figure gradually erged behind the Tiger King.
This figure appeared towering, seemingly a standing Tiger Demon, shrouded in dense blood energy—not the details discernible, save for the bright red stripes and a pair of cold, striking eyes.
Upon seeing this phantom, the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat furrowed his brow; he had a premonition that if this shadow were to fully solidify, his battle would beco exceedingly brutal.
With this thought in mind, he no longer held back; his figure suddenly stretched upwards, transforming into a thirty-foot-tall golden giant, his body enveloped in the brilliant Buddha’s Light, his muscles terrifyingly robust.
"My goodness!" Lin Fang couldn’t help but exclaim at the sight.
This contrast was a bit too stark; a mont ago a frail old man, and in the blink of an eye, he had beco a muscular hunk.
The Tiger King also seed to be startled by the sight before him, staring solemnly at the imposing giant.
It was then that the Long-Eyebrowed Arhat made his move, turning into a streak of golden light and instantly appearing in front of the Tiger King who had no ti to react before he was struck by a trendous force and sent flying.
"Boom!" The Tiger King’s body crashed into the stone wall, leaving behind a person-shaped imprint.
Crash! Stones flew as the Tiger King burst out from the wall; however, by this point, he was already drenched in blood, clearly injured from that previous strike.
He wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the golden giant standing not far away, his eyes flashing with a fiery intensity. In an instant, he transford into a bolt of crimson lightning and shot forward.
Their figures t in mid-air, palm against palm, wrestling for dominance.
Their muscles rose in solid blocks, massive air waves spreading out from the center of their clash, stirring up dust and reaching into the forest where they set off swarms of fireflies that danced in the night sky, a scene of ethereal beauty.
However, the two of them had no intention of admiring this sight as they exerted all their strength in an attempt to completely overpower the other.
Golden and crimson light flared on their bodies, and their exuberant aura forced even Gālan to take a few steps back.
The Long-Eyebrowed Arhat let out a loud shout, his body radiating an intense golden glow.
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