"Are you the father of that torn-ear white tiger?"

  Roar!

  Hearing the white-robed swordsman say this, the old white tiger's eyes turned red instantly.

  "Did you kill my son?" he roared through gritted teeth, "I will make you pay in blood to honor my son's spirit!"

  The white-robed swordsman shook his head slightly, speaking seriously, "I didn't kill him; I merely cut off one of his ears."

  "Later, I heard he died, and I felt a bit regretful that it wasn't by my own hand."

  "Luckily, I've met you now, worthy of drawing my sword for a battle."

  Buzz!

  The sword in his arms trembled with excitement.

  "Longque is thrilled; your blood will be a feast for it."

  Humans and demons have fought for years, especially with the Xuan Yi's demon camity, deepening the animosity between them.

  When enemies meet, their eyes bze with hatred.

  "You little brat, you're truly arrogant!"

  The old white tiger roared and charged forward.

  Being a tiger demon, he was naturally fierce, and with the wind following the tiger, a chilling gust swept through!

  The eerie wind howled, and a hundred ghosts emerged!

  "Longque, uhe today and sy the demon!"

  The white-robed swordsman's voice was low, yet the surroundings echoed with thunder.

  The broad sword in his arms suddenly sprang from its sheath, a sword weighing over a thousand pounds, yet held effortlessly in one hand by the white-robed man, as if a celestial being desded to earth.

  Buzz!

  The bde, engraved with intricate diviterns, trembled slightly, like a dragon's roar or a tiger's growl.

  It seemed to be responding to the white-robed man, or perhaps it was eager for the hunt!

  Ssh!

  Ssh!

  Ssh!

  With a single ssh, no sword energy was emitted.

  Lin Hao, hiding in the shadows, watched this se with suspi. What kind of teique was this? It didn't seem like a sword cultivator's move but rather a mundane swordsman's trick.

  He had never entered a swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect before; this was his first time witnessing a disciple from that se a, and he was taken aback.

  Uo prehend the white-robed man's iions, he could only watch the swordpy ily.

  The white-robed swordsmahe broad sword with one hand and sshed down at the old white tiger.

  This move didn't resemble any sword teique; it was like a child pying, and the broad sword cked any spiritual energy.

  It was like ordinary iron!

  Utterly mundane!

  "Hahaha, turns out you're just a pretty pillow!"

  Seeing his oppo's ordinary moves, the old white tiger sneered with disdain, his mouth full of pt, taunting wildly.

  But disdain aside, it didn't mean he would hold back; instead, he decided to strike fiercely!

  Because no matter how he looked at it, this white-robed swordsman held a high status, and if he could brutally defeat him and dispy his head, it would surely demoralize the human race!

  He roared to the sky, his fangs growing wildly, turning a bloody red, filled with a ing stench.

  Being a demon beast, he was naturally ferocious, and his body exuded malice!

  The stench alone could suffocate someone!

  Roar!

  He spat out a green light, which split into several strands in the air, like wind bdes, sshing swiftly!

  Not only that, but he also roared to the sky, releasing hundreds of soul bodies.

  The expressionless ghostly apparitions floated in mid-air, and with his and, they darted towards the white-robed man like lightning!

  Only afterimages were left in pce, moving too fast for the naked eye to catch!

  Tiger demons, pared to other demos, have a natural advaurning those they kill into ghostly apparitions!

  This old white tiger had lived long enough, with tless cultivators dying by his mouth, f an army of apparitions.

  Fortunately, these apparitions couldn't retain their strength from life; otherwise, this old white tiger would be invincible among his peers!

  Apparitions doer reination, targeting the human soul.

  Fag the old white tiger's two distinct attack methods, the white-robed swordsman, holding the sword sheath in his arms and the broad sword in one hand, remained unfazed.

  With an indifferent expression, he charged towards the enemy.

  He seemed to move slowly like an old man strolling, but it was merely a blink of an eye.

  He arrived in an instant.

  As he was about to face the hundred apparitions, the white-robed swordsmahe sword horizontally in front of him, exeg a simple horizontal ssh, devoid of sword energy, with a light and effortless move.

  Yet those fearless apparitions were cut in half upon tact with the long sword.

  Over a hundred apparitions!

  In just two or three breaths, the white-robed swordsman had sin them all.

  Pfft!

  The old white tiger spat out a mouthful of blood; these apparitions were ected to his soul, and their destru injured him as well.

  Lin Hao withe entire process of the white-robed swordsman sying the apparitions, growing increasingly astonished. He couldn't uand why the white-robed swordsman's ordinary sword moves held such immense power.

  It was as if a god was wielding the sword!

  He initially thought of leaving the battlefield to resider.

  Mainly because he harbored doubts—was this demon ambush another scheme by Ning Qingxue?

  Last time, the woman used him to gather cultivators, thehe demon attack.

  Although the demon 's pn ultimately failed, costing them dearly.

  Afterward, Elder Liu Mei vouched that Ning Qingxue's as were solely to sy demons.

  But Lin Hao rusted this woman.

  Not to mention how she gaihe demon 's trust.

  Judging by the demon 's formation this time, both in numbers and high-level bat power, they surpassed the human race.

  It seemed like a battle where the human race held no advantage.

  If it were truly like st time, where the demon was terattacked, shouldn't a powerful figure have appeared by now to wipe out the demon with a wave of their hand?

  Yet it wasn't until the disciples of various sects activated their life-saving talismans that Golden Elixir elders arrived, which was truly ued!

  Where was Liu Mei? Where was Little Bamboo Peak's master, Murong Qinxue?

  From all appearahe human side seemed unprepared.

  Unless...

  Lin Hao felt a strong sense of unease.

  But he didn't leave.

  He watched the battlefield, filled with blood and flesh.

  Humans and demons fought fiercely for their respective causes, charging recklessly.

  Due to being at a disadvantage, most human cultivators were injured, some even losing limbs.

  Yet they tio fight!

  Moreover, reinforts from all dires were arriving for the human race.

  They khe danger here, yet they came without hesitation!

  Among them were many of Lin Hao's old acquaintances.

  Yueming, the one-armed Wang Jingzhan, and even his mother, the graceful Han Liyue, were present.

  Han Liyue was only a Foundatioablishment elder and shouldn't have been here, but she came out of for her son's safety.

  These three weren't particurly strong, yet they joihe battle, fighting demons with all their might!

  Even Lu Buping, the disciple of the Grand Elder, was there, his body turning into a golden form, using his body as a on, rampaging through the beast tide like a tiger among sheep!

  Should he leave? He was uain.

  If he left, no one could bme him for abandoning his fellow cultivators.

  After all, these people had been hunting him not long ag to kill him.

  But if he truly left, his sce wouldn't allow it.

  This wasn't a personal grudge.

  It was a battle between humans and demons, a matter ht and wrong, so...

  He looked up and saw a familiar figure.

  Leng Feng!

  That heroid carefree woman!

  Before participating in this Demo Hunting petition, she had invited him to team up, but at the time, he deed due to being with Shui Ling'er.

  The woman seemed to be alone, not teaming up with others, fighting solo among the enemy.

  After the outer sepetition, Leng Feng broke into Foundatioablishment, then mid-stage, but entered a bottleneck when trying to advance further, mainly because she felt her swordsmanship had reached an insurmountable barrier.

  And the path of the sword ot be improved casually; except for peerless geniuses, one must hoheir sword skills between life ah.

  When she saw the white-robed swordsman battling a demo a whole realm higher without falling behind.

  She couldn't help but be amazed, what a swordsmanship prodigy, mastering sword teiques to perfe, and developing his own sword i!

  Inspired by the white-robed swordsman's stunning performance, Leng Feng's fighting spirit burned fiercely, eager to emute him and prehend sword i.

  As they say, only in the face of life ah one gain true uanding.

  Thus, her fighting style became increasingly fierce, attag without defending, like a goddess of war.

  However... as impressive as it was, she suffered many injuries, and ihan half an inse stick's time, her robe was stained with blood.

  Meanwhile, many demos, seeing her fierbat skills, harbored malicious iions, aiming to kill her to demoralize the human race.

  Three toad demons exged gnces, spread out, and uheir attack simultaneously.

  Three tohick as hemp ropes, shot towards Leng Feng at high speed.

  Leng Feng was locked in fierbat with a snake demon, and though she sehe sneak attack, she had nth to ter it, so she steeled herself, pnning to take it head-on with her spiritual energy shield.

  The toad demons were delighted, their tongues shooting faster, like sharp arrows!

  Fight, fight, fight!

  Leng Feng focused entirely on attag, determio kill the snake demon first. Her sword surged with sword energy, chilling a small area!

  The snake demon, as thick as a water barrel, hadn't expected such determination from its oppo, willing to risk injury to kill it.

  Caught off guard, it couldn't defend in time, losing its tail in the process.

  Purple snake blood flowed everywhere!

  Hiss!

  The snake demo out a wretched scream.

  Ugh!

  Leng Feng braced herself to ehe toad demons' attack with her flesh, but after waiting for a while, the anticipated attaever came.

  What was happening?

  Was someone helping her?

  A huhoughts raced through her mind.

  Peerjun