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Chapter 591 Defeating Blood Tiger is like defeating ants!
Blood Tiger's figure slightly lowered as he prepared to draw his sword. His body moved like a phantom, time seemed to freeze, then suddenly accelerated.

The instant the blade was drawn seemed to divide the movement into three segments—the initial stance, the interruption, and the final strike—like a fragmented scroll painting that recedes and then advances, unpredictable and difficult to decipher.

[Ziwei's previously drifting figure was pinned to the spot by the unexpected force of the drawn sword.]

Before he could react, the Blood Tiger had already pounced on him like a ghost, unleashing a devastating blow.

[Ziwei, with a telepathic connection, used her sword to parry, but felt the incoming force initially as light as a feather, making her magic feel as if it had struck empty air, before transforming into a massive, overwhelming force.]

She let out a muffled groan, her body sent flying several meters away. When she landed, blood trickled from her lips, her face was flushed, and her internal energy was injured.

The Blood Tiger's attacks relentless, unleashing countless wind blades with each wave of its hand, aimed directly at Ziwei. Though agile, she couldn't dodge them all.

At the critical moment, Sun Miao suddenly appeared in front of him, and eighteen "True Element Protective Beads" rose up in response to his command, their purple light flowing and swirling around his body like stars, blocking all the wind blades.

At the same time, Qi Ling descended from the sky, the True Phoenix Flame falling like feathers, its blazing flames seemingly intent on incinerating all evil.

Suddenly, Blood Tiger twisted and turned, his movements swift as lightning. He unleashed eight more sharp wind blades with his longsword, lunging at Xie Mosheng who was standing nearby!

Xie Mosheng focused intently on the challenge, the Five Thunder True Technique in his palm transforming into a roaring thunder beast, charging forward with immense force.

The Blood Tiger neither dodged nor evaded, seemingly intending to meet its edge head-on.

On the other side, Yuan Shujian's aura surged, scales sprouted from his arms, and he wielded a magic sword in each hand. His body moved like a meteor, charging straight at the Blood Tiger.

[Feng Qingge pressed her hand on the sword hilt, spiritual energy surged and flowed into the sheath, and suddenly she unleashed a slash.]

【"roar--!"】

A deafening tiger's roar erupted from the blood pool, causing the surface to boil and churn with malevolent energy.

Everyone felt a violent tremor in their hearts and minds, and their consciousness became hazy!

[A spell that steals souls.]

Everyone was stunned when they saw the Blood Tiger disappear.

Qi Ling and Yuan Shujian were the first to react, shouting, "Zhou Jing, be careful!"

Sun Miao frowned, wanting to turn back to help, but it was too late. Of the eleven, only Zhou Jing's cultivation was still at the Dao Embryo Realm, making him the weakest. The others, even if caught off guard, could still manage to hold their own for a while and wait for reinforcements. But when reinforcements arrived, Zhou Jing alone was unable to withstand them.

[The Blood Tiger is cunning and ferocious, determined to defeat them one by one; it has already found a weakness in their defenses.]

The Blood Tiger lunged at Zhou Jing, who was standing behind the crowd.

Behind them were Ji Heng, Chen Xiao, and Fu Dongcheng from Qi Yunfeng, who were holding the line. Their attention was drawn to the front, causing them to slow down and leave them no time to look at anything else.

The blood tiger pounced with a ferocious aura, a stench of blood filling the air.

The expressions on everyone's faces changed drastically, especially Fu Dongcheng's. He knew Zhou Jing's importance in the search for the Heavenly Emperor's Treasure Vault at Fangcun Mountain; this team absolutely could not be without him.

Sun Miao's gaze darkened, and his aura suddenly receded. Eighteen True Essence Protective Beads swirled and flowed like purple ribbons, faintly emitting a mysterious light; the arrow was ready to be released.

Feng Qingge sheathed her sword, her expression composed, as if weighing something.

[Xie Mosheng was surrounded by surging blue lightning, his face flickering in the flashes of light.]

A phantom of a real phoenix silently rose on Qi Ling's shoulder, its fiery feathers fluttering, its expression seemingly unconcerned.

[But you remained unperturbed, observing everyone's reactions.]

[You realized from the beginning that this Blood Tiger was here for you.]

[At that moment, a powerful aura erupted. Without hesitation, Yuan Shujian's dragon scales appeared all over his body, his two swords whirling like wheels, man and sword becoming one, he thrust straight at the Blood Tiger like a meteor piercing the sky!]

[The Blood Tiger suddenly accelerated and drew its sword again—in everyone's eyes, its movements appeared as if split into three fragmented images, abruptly cutting off Yuan Shujian's attack!]

Just as Ziwei had encountered before, Yuan Shujian's thunderous strike was abruptly halted by this unpredictable sword-drawing technique.

The next moment, Blood Tiger flashed above Zhou Jing and slashed down with his blade!

The flash of the blade was faster than anyone could have imagined; Yuan Shujian's pupils constricted sharply, his heart pounding with anxiety.

In the blink of an eye!

A mocking glint flashed in Blood Tiger's eyes, but he suddenly froze.

That strike, which should have landed squarely, missed!

With a mere sidestep, you narrowly avoided the fierce slash; the blade was only a hand's breadth away from you.

[The Blood Tiger Blade's momentum hadn't subsided, and he was also stunned by this sudden scene, forgetting to deal with the swift sword strike from Yuan Shujian behind him.]

The sword light converged, finally tearing through the blood tiger's protective aura and slicing open its pure golden fur, from which strands of golden blood flowed.

Qi Ling and the others no longer hesitated, joining forces to launch a relentless attack, further exacerbating Blood Tiger's injuries.

Xie Mosheng said in a deep voice, "We must not let it retreat back into the blood pool!"

The group wasn't stupid; they had already discovered that the Blood Tiger's combat power would greatly increase upon entering the blood pool.

Yuan Shujian's cultivation had reached the late stage of the Heavenly Gate realm; this was not a temporary breakthrough, but rather the result of his deliberate suppression of his cultivation level.

At this moment, he held nothing back, suppressing the Blood Tiger with all his might. The other nine cooperated seamlessly, finally blocking the Blood Tiger's retreat back to the Blood Pool.

[Yuan Shujian unleashed a Yang Dragon Finger strike, the pure Yang energy penetrating the tiger's body. Half of the blood tiger's body instantly shattered, its form turning into wisps of blood mist that gradually dissipated.]

The eight stone pillars on the altar lit up, their light shimmering, and everyone understood that the Blood Tiger had been defeated.

The striped tiger, now standing upright, showed no fear in its eyes; it was a spirit of the artifact, not truly dead.

However, Blood Tiger's piercing eyes remained fixed on you, then slowly swept over the crowd before speaking again. This time, it wasn't in ancient language, but rather a halting, imitative accent.

It spoke with difficulty, the sound scraping from its throat, carrying a clear sarcasm: "Humans... ants..."

The tiger's eyes were filled with mockery until its form completely vanished into the void.

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze turned cold, a chill creeping into their eyes.

After pondering for a moment, Qi Ling said, "It seems that in ancient times, the human race was truly weak, regarded as ants by all other races."

At this moment, a page of ancient seal script, glowing with a dark red light, slowly rose from the blood pool and solidified in mid-air.

The characters on it were gnarled and ancient, all written in esoteric script. Among everyone present, only Fu Dongcheng and you were able to decipher them.

Although they didn't understand its meaning, everyone vaguely guessed that it must be a cultivation technique.

Fu Dongcheng slowly read out the four ancient characters at the beginning of the scroll: "Three Revolutions Golden Body."

He then explained, "This seems to be the physical body refinement method cultivated by the Blood Tiger. It also includes a 'Sword Drawing Technique,' which should be its unpredictable and elusive sword-drawing skill."

Although none of them understood the written language, they still found it extraordinary and wrote down the characters, especially Feng Qingge, who read them with exceptional focus.

Yuan Shujian sighed, "It seems that within the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury, as long as one defeats the guardian of the teleportation array, one can not only leave this place but also obtain cultivation techniques... These rules must have their own rulers."

You slowly stepped forward and said, "Thank you so much for saving me, Senior Brother Yuan."

[Of everyone's reactions just now, only this senior brother from Dragon Head Peak didn't hesitate to offer help; that's something you didn't expect.]

[After all, with the Qinghe County matter looming large, I never expected Senior Brother Yuan to act this way.] [This thank you was heartfelt.]

[Yuan Shujian's scales gradually disappeared into his skin, restoring his original handsome appearance.]

He smiled slightly, "Junior Brother Zhou, there's no need to be so polite."

Fu Dongcheng's heart sank. If Zhou Jing had just perished in the tiger's mouth, there would be one less person to consult if they encountered magic formations or needed to appraise treasures again.

Sun Miao and the others had different expressions, but they all tacitly avoided mentioning Yuan Shujian's concealed cultivation level.

Qi Ling recalled your perfectly timed sidestep during the Blood Tiger Blade attack, her gaze shifting thoughtfully.

Only Ji Heng of Qi Yunfeng suddenly spoke, his tone somewhat enigmatic: "So Junior Brother Yuan hasn't revealed his true strength at the Star Picking Gathering; he's truly a master of concealment."

Yuan Shujian simply smiled calmly, seemingly unconcerned.

At this moment, the eight stone pillars on the altar shone brightly, forming a massive magic array that instantly drew everyone's attention, and everything that had just happened was temporarily put aside.

Sun Miao pondered for a moment, then asked, "Can we reach the Heavenly Emperor's Garden through this teleportation array?"

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Fu Dongcheng and you, a questioning look in his eyes.

Fu Dongcheng nodded slightly: "We just need to stand in our positions. This formation can teleport sixteen people at a time, which is just enough for our group."

Without further hesitation, everyone stepped onto the altar and stood at the positions already marked on the outer edge of the blood pool.

Rays of light rose from beneath their feet, enveloping everyone, and the magic array shone even brighter, dazzling and radiant.

The figures within the formation gradually blurred and then vanished.

In the blink of an eye, Sun Miao, Qi Ling, Feng Qingge, Yuan Shujian, and the others had been teleported away by the formation.

[The light shifted, and the figures dwindled. Fu Dongcheng's figure also vanished completely in the light.]

[You are also enveloped in radiance. You have been teleported to your knees. The magic circle lights up again, and the final teleportation is about to be completed—]

Just then, you suddenly lifted your foot and took half a step forward.

The formation abruptly stopped, and the light quickly faded from your body.

On the entire altar, you stand alone.

You calmly survey the four pools of blood, the stench still permeating the air, then take a step forward.

The blood pool boiled instantly, and the blood tiger that had just dissipated reappeared.

The blood tiger, now standing upright, looked on with a hint of surprise and disbelief, seemingly finding it hard to believe that this person had returned and was challenging them again.

The magnificent tiger let out a low growl, and surprisingly, spoke in human language. Its voice was ancient and its rhythm mysterious and strange, completely different from modern speech.

[Seemingly convinced that the other party had no chance of understanding, it shook its head, drew its sword again, and gathered its murderous aura.]

However, the next moment, its movement abruptly stopped.

The young man's lips moved slightly, he pointed at it, and uttered two words—

"Insects!"

The Blood Tiger suddenly opened its eyes wide, its ferocious light blazing, and its entire body surged with killing intent. This was the first time it had truly revealed its murderous intent.

You simply smiled slightly, not in a hurry to look at it.

[Blood Tiger drew his sword again, the movement like three fragmented images, freezing the void, exuding a chilling aura.]

You smiled calmly, "That kind of move won't work on me."

"However... I think I've learned it too. I suppose so."

Before the words were even finished, you took a step, mirroring the Blood Tiger's movements, but instead of drawing your sword, you split that step into three afterimages, causing the surrounding space and time to seem to freeze instantly.

[The Blood Tiger's body was frozen in mid-air, unable to move.]

Its eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.

[It took everyone's combined efforts to barely defeat him and obtain the cultivation technique, how could you have grasped its secrets in the blink of an eye?]

You strolled leisurely to its side and chuckled softly, "Why make such a face?"

As soon as you finished speaking, you flicked your finger, and the Blood Tiger's head shattered, turning into wisps of blood mist that dissipated.

This time, however, the fire burning in its tiger-like eyes was not ferocity, but a raging inferno.

Within the pool of blood, the ancient incantation inscribed with "Three Revolutions of Golden Body" reappeared, its eerie light swirling.

The magic circle beneath your feet shone brightly, the teleportation power restarted, but you didn't step in. Instead, you turned and walked to the edge of the blood pool.

[The array's radiance was interrupted once more by your actions, causing blood waves to surge in the pool, and the Blood Tiger, which had just been defeated, reappeared.]

[You no longer suppressed your cultivation; your aura surged, and in an instant, you reached the perfect state of the Dragon Court.]

[This time, the Blood Tiger has also changed, and its cultivation level is now comparable to yours, both reaching the Dragon Court realm.]

It did not rush to draw its sword; it simply stood in the pool of blood, and its wounds continued to heal.

You stand with your hands behind your back, gazing at the cautious blood tiger in the pool, and speak slowly: "I'm curious, just how far have I progressed in my cultivation... I've never truly fought anyone."

[You completely released the restraints, and your magical power surged like a tidal wave. Although you had not yet broken through to the Golden Core stage of the Great Dao, it was already as vast as the sea and incomparably powerful.]

[As the profound techniques circulate throughout your body, your aura grows ever deeper, like an abyss descending upon the world, or a prison pressing down upon you.]

[Under this boundless power, the blood tiger in the blood pool was forced to prostrate itself, letting out a painful growl, causing the blood in the pool to boil even more violently.]

It struggled desperately, but couldn't even stand up; it finally collapsed to the ground, unable to move an inch.

The Blood Tiger stubbornly tried to straighten itself, its golden fur suddenly bursting with a blinding light, its bones crackling and popping like popping beans.

However, it was ultimately no match for the force. Its eyes became bloodshot, and despite the constant repair by the blood pool, it shattered with a deafening roar, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

A single sentence echoed in the air: "...Ants..."

The altar's magical array shone brightly once more. You stepped into the array, enveloped in its radiance, and vanished in an instant.

[A moment later.]

You appear on an ancient altar forged from black iron, where you are met with the gazes of Sun Miao, Qi Ling, and others.

Yuan Shujian's eyes lit up, and he spoke first: "Junior Brother Zhou, are you alright? I noticed you weren't sent out with us earlier, and I thought something had gone wrong with the formation."

[Ziwei's eyes also showed concern: "We have all arrived, but we haven't seen Senior Brother Zhou yet. Fortunately, he's alright."]

Ji Heng coldly snorted from the side, his voice tinged with impatience: "We all teleported at the same time, but you were the only one delayed, making us wait for you."

Qi Ling asked with curiosity, "Senior Brother Zhou, did you encounter anything unusual during the teleportation?"

You looked helpless. "I... don't know either."

(End of this chapter)