Fantasy: Reborn as a Tiger Demon, the more children, the stronger you become.

Chapter 41 The descendants were killed, and the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect was furious!

After several rounds.

The figures were scattered throughout the dense forest.

The situation is nearing its end.

The tiger roared amidst the sea of ​​fire, growing fiercer with each battle, its spear tip severing Old Lin's limbs.

The difference between the two grades is already huge.

I'm still at the eighth level!

It was a complete rout!

"die!"

Just then, the Blood Soul Spear ripped through the air, unleashing a terrifying force!

The spear tip pierced straight into Old Lin's forehead.

A fierce force erupted, concentrated at a single point, and the withered body was blasted several feet away until it crashed into a towering ancient tree before sliding down, its life force completely dissipated, and it was half-dead on the spot!

"Spare me... Your Majesty, spare me..."

Blood dripped from Old Lin's mouth and nose as he looked at Hu Xiao, who was slowly approaching, his heart filled with fear.

Just a few rounds ago.

This great demon displayed extraordinary abilities.

It is impervious to fire and has a thunderous roar!

With these two supernatural powers, plus their eighth-level strength, it was a complete one-sided crushing victory!

Moreover, during the battle, Hu Xiao's wounds healed rapidly, and the injuries he had inflicted himself could not keep up with his recovery speed!

The difference is so huge…..

How am I supposed to fight now?

"Your Majesty..."

Old Lin knelt on the ground, bowing and begging for mercy, "Your Majesty, spare my life... I... I admit defeat..."

"You're begging for mercy already!?"

Hu Xiao glanced at his cowardly appearance and shook his head slightly.

I didn't even go all out in that battle. This old man is all show and no substance, just a pretty face with no substance.

Boring!

I still prefer your unruly side!

"It's alright, there's no need to spare my life."

"I am kind-hearted and will grant you a quick death."

Tiger Roar, wielding the Blood Soul Spear, aimed it at Elder Lin, pressing the spear tip against his throat. As he pressed down, beads of blood scattered like flowers, and it seemed his life would be taken at any moment.

Just then.

"Old Lin..."

Seeing this scene from afar, Qi Qingshan murmured in disbelief. Without thinking twice, he took a step and turned to run away!

Now there are no more protectors.

After Hu Xiao finishes killing Elder Lin, he will be the next to be executed.

If I don't run...

Are you still keeping it for the New Year?

"Elder Lin is truly righteous! After I return to the city, I will definitely erect a monument and shrine in your honor!"

Without turning his head, he shouted loudly and then fled at top speed.

Old Lin was left alone, lingering in the same spot.

"You beast!!!"

Upon seeing this, Old Lin immediately launched into a tirade of curses.

After realizing what had happened, he was overcome with anger and suddenly vomited another mouthful of blood, making his qi and blood even more disordered.

He rose to prominence because of the blue robe, and he fell from grace because of the blue robe!

I went to so much trouble, even personally protecting and saving you!

In the end, it all came to this?!

"Ungrateful wretch, how pathetic..."

Tiger Roar glanced at the departing abandoned blue-robed figure, then looked down at the dejected Old Man Lin. Without saying a word, he thrust his spear down, the Blood Soul Spear piercing through the skull.

puff!

Until the time of death.

Old Lin stared at the retreating figure of the man in the abandoned blue robe, his face filled with resentment and anger.

"The old ones are done, it's time for the young ones."

Tiger Roar squinted, gazing at the retreating figure in the green robe, drew his Blood Soul Spear, and slowly walked towards that direction.

Not in a hurry, not slowly.

To cut the weeds, you must pull them out by the roots!

The old man just said that.

Qi Qingshan possesses extraordinary talent and will surely become a saint in the future.

That means...

This child must not be allowed to live!

"If we let you go back to where you were thirty years ago, what would become of you?!"

Thinking of this, Hu Xiao raised the Blood Soul Spear, aimed it at the direction of Qi Qingshan, focused his body to lock onto the aura, gripped the spear handle tightly, exerted force, and threw it out!

next moment.

boom!

The Blood Soul Spear drew a red line, its crimson light flashing through the forest before piercing straight into the back of the abandoned blue-robed man.

A single shot pierced through, the blade passing right through the chest!

"……puff."

He abandoned his blue robe, bowed his head, stared blankly at the spear tip in front of his chest, and glanced back with difficulty at Hu Xiao, his eyes filled with resentment and regret.

too fast.

This great demon is ferocious and unreasonable, and it came with the sole purpose of slaughtering everyone... How could he, as the Holy Son, die in this mountain forest like this?

I'm so unwilling to die at the hands of a tiger demon.

He seemed to want to say something more….

But with blood gushing from his mouth and nose, choking and gurgling, he could only crash to the ground...

Smoke and dust filled the air.

The dense forest fell silent once more.

But at that moment!

hum!

A ray of emerald green light appeared.

Emerging from between the eyebrows of the abandoned blue-robed figure, it appeared three feet above and then vanished.

"This is... a life imprint?!"

Tiger Roar frowned slightly. As soon as he saw the shadow appear, he reacted quickly and subconsciously sent out two streams of demonic power to extinguish it.

But the mark was even faster, disappearing into the air in the blink of an eye.

"It's over..."

Hu Xiao pondered for a moment, realizing he had done all he could, and further investigation would only cause more trouble.

With this in mind, he immediately put aside his doubts, went to the body of the man in the abandoned blue robe, pulled out the Blood Soul Spear, shook off the blood, and then bent down.

Start looting the corpse!

Most of these sect travelers carry spatial rings containing spiritual weapons, elixirs, secret treasures, and supernatural abilities—the accumulation of their entire lives!

After a short search.

Tiger Roar stood up, quite satisfied.

He fiddled with two black rings in his hands, exuding an ancient and rustic aura.

We've got all of Old Master Lin's and the abandoned blue robe's things!

"Excellent, excellent, a bumper harvest!"

Tiger Roar stroked the ring's patterns, channeling his demonic power, opened the ring, glanced at its contents, and felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Tsk tsk, quite a few good stuff."

....

……

One hundred thousand mountains away.

Tianjian Sect,

Amidst towering clouds and overlapping peaks, cranes soar high and alight atop pavilions with upturned eaves. Crimson pillars and sutra banners sway in the wind, and vermilion towers and pavilions stand in rows.

In a secluded pavilion.

The blue brick walls are engraved with scriptures, and the gauze curtains flutter in the breeze…

An old man sat cross-legged in the center of the room, dressed in a black robe, slowly breathing and circulating his internal energy.

Call ~

A powerful aura wafted through the air.

It was as if mountains and rivers were surging, endlessly flowing, in harmony with the way of heaven. The spiritual sword intent emerged, swirling around him and never dissipating.

But at that moment!

hum!

A wisp of green light drifted in from outside the window and immediately entered the old man's brow.

"The mark of the blue robe?!"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, receiving the contents of the mark. This life mark was planted by himself and fixed in the Niwan acupoint, which could retrieve memories before death.

If the mark returns, it means the person who made the mark has passed away...

"Did something happen to the man in blue?"

The old man frowned as he examined the contents of the mark.

A scene from my last moments flashed through my mind.

All that can be seen in the picture is...

The mountains and forests were pitch black.

Blood dripped from his mouth and nose as he abandoned his blue robe. Looking down, he saw a crimson spear tip piercing his chest. He then turned with difficulty, looking behind him, and saw a man in a golden robe reflected in his eyes…

Old Lin's body was under the tree, his skull ruptured, and he died with his eyes wide open in death!

Both died tragically!

"Who dares to kill a member of my Heavenly Sword Sect?!"

Seeing this, the old man could no longer contain his pent-up anger and roared at the sky.

With each exhale, a powerful gust of wind surged around him, transforming into sword energy that shattered the walls, causing the pavilion to crumble and collapse. The immense sword energy soared into the sky, reaching the heavens!

The disciples of nearby sects were shocked. Looking at the sword energy, they all showed expressions of fear.

"Why did the Supreme Elder suddenly become angry?!"

(End of this chapter)