"Chiyou?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Tian frowned.
Chiyou was a Celestial God of the Divine Luo Sect, with disciples all around. If the middle-aged man's grandfather was a disciple of Chiyou, then indeed he possessed significant influence.
While Yang Tian hesitated, the middle-aged man had already rushed down.
"Chiyou's Heaven-Destroying Technique!"
The middle-aged man shouted fiercely, and the roar of a tiger echoed. At this moment, powerful Divine Breath erupted from the middle-aged man, forming into a Mad Tiger that bared its fangs, pouncing towards Yang Tian.
The Mad Tiger's speed was very fast.
Yang Tian had no way to dodge as the Mad Tiger pounced on him, its sharp claws viciously descending.
Instinctively, Yang Tian retreated a step backward.
But he was still caught by the Tiger's claws.
In an instant, a scar appeared on his chest, blood flowing freely, Yang Tian's face turned somber: "You're dead!"
Yang Tian reached out with his hand and pressed.
