Qingyi let out a soft chuckle at Bai Hu Lie's words, his eyes settling on the young cultivator Qingyao with a hint of pity.
Sometimes he forgot that, unlike him—who possessed the strength to face Bai Hu Lie as an equal—to most people, that tiger was nothing more than a terrifying, bloodthirsty predator.
"Begin!"
Unfortunately for the young man, he didn't even have time to prepare.
The moment the Peacock Patriarch's voice fell over the arena, Bai Hu Lie shot forward, his body becoming a feline blur of muscle and white fur, claws already extended and hungry to tear flesh.
Qingyao barely had time to raise his sword in desperation, parrying the first claw with the trembling blade clutched in his hands.
A deafening crash rang through the arena as metal and claw collided, sparks bursting outward in every direction.
The air around them exploded outward in a violent shockwave, and the young man felt every bone in his arm rattle beneath the impact.
