Chapter 627

"Bang!"

The tiger paw struck, a deafening muffled sound ringing out. The spirit weapon let out a mournful cry, almost shattered by the single blow.

The sword body vibrated, and Song Yushao felt a mountain-toppling force coming from the hilt. The spirit weapon almost flew from his hand, and his arm felt as if it were about to be shattered.

His Qi and blood churned, his internal organs roared, and with the wind whistling in his ears, Song Yushao was knocked out of mid-air, slamming heavily into the ground.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, dust and smoke rolled, and spiderweb-like cracks spread. Song Yushao was driven into the ground, creating a massive deep pit, and dragon-like dust rose to the sky.

"Beast, you are courting death!"

Song Yushao's frantic voice came from underground, and a thick sword beam tore through the ground, blasting the pouncing Red Flame Tiger away.

It wasn't that he couldn't kill the Red Flame Tiger, but he was worried that if he killed it, he would have no beast blood to cultivate Zhu Yanguo.

Scalding beast blood spilled, the wounds appearing charred. The Red Flame Tiger let out a roar of piercing pain, its massive body rolling as it flew backward.

The ground exploded, soil and stone splattering. Song Yushao, his body glowing with blinding light, rushed out from underground, his clothes shredded, his disheveled hair hanging loose, and blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

The Red Flame Tiger's strike had still injured him. Although not too severe, many meridians were shattered, and his muscles and bones ached.

Song Yushao's killing intent surged. As the Song family ancestor, when had he ever been in such a sorry state?

The spirit weapon in his hand flickered with light, instantly turning into a silver beam. His figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood, and sharp sword intent tore through the air, striking the flying Red Flame Tiger like a silk ribbon. Man and beast fought in a tangle.

In the end, Song Yushao was still reluctant to kill the Red Flame Tiger and did not strike with lethal intent.

For a time, sword Qi crisscrossed Yunqi Manor, and the tiger's roars were incessant.

Wherever man and beast went, everything was shattered and exploded, turning into ruins.

Song Yushao's attacks were sharp, and the Red Flame Tiger had thick skin and flesh, with astonishing strength. During close-quarters combat, Song Yushao couldn't withstand its attacks, being knocked away several times, his robes stained with blood.

The wounds on the Red Flame Tiger's body increased, and the scalding tiger blood had already stained its body red.

"Roar!"

This fearless exotic beast finally felt fear. After letting out a low roar, it turned to charge out of Yunqi Manor.

"Thinking of leaving now? It's too late!"

Song Yushao, his hair disheveled, struck out with a booming, crimson giant hand that suppressed the Red Flame Tiger from above its head.

"Bang!"

The giant hand was like a mountain, directly pinning the Red Flame Tiger into the ground, unable to move.

Song Yushao showed a look of satisfaction. The Red Flame Tiger was at the end of its rope. Although its injuries were quite severe, given the vitality of such an exotic beast, it would recover after being raised for a period of time.

Walking over with large strides, he stepped directly onto the Red Flame Tiger's head.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, a scream rang in his ears, accompanied by an exploding sound.

Song Yushao's five senses had already captured the aura of a Heavenly Origin martial artist, who had killed the remaining few Song family members with lightning speed and was charging toward him like a thunderbolt.

"Who?"

Song Yushao roared. In an instant, he understood that the Red Flame Tiger breaking its restraints was not an accident, but man-made.

A master of the same realm as him had released the Red Flame Tiger, hiding in the shadows, waiting for him and the tiger to fight until both were injured, and only when his mind was relaxed did he launch a sneak attack.

Song Yushao was shocked and furious. He turned around quickly, only to see a golden blade Qi, condensed almost to the point of substance, emitting sharp blade intent, tearing through the air as it slashed toward him.

At the same time, a figure covered in black cloth followed behind the blade Qi, swiftly killing toward him.

"Boom!"

The blade Qi tore through the air, emitting a roar, drawing in the surrounding power of heaven and earth. Before the blade Qi even arrived, the surrounding ground had already been sliced open by the sharp blade intent, and the soil and stone were silently pulverized.

Song Yushao felt a sense of horror, as if his body were about to split open, feeling that this blade Qi could easily tear his body apart.

The golden blade Qi seemed to be composed of thousands of blades, carrying the killing intent and ferocity to destroy all things, splitting the earth along its path.

"Retreat!"

Song Yushao did not hesitate, his body moving horizontally quickly, disappearing from above the Red Flame Tiger's head.

The opponent's timing for the sneak attack was perfect, striking when he had subdued the Red Flame Tiger and his mind was relaxed, almost succeeding.

It was just a pity that a Heavenly Origin martial artist's five senses were sharp and their mind powerful; the opponent could only sneak attack from a distance, giving him time to react.

The golden blade Qi brushed past his body, the torn Gang wind sweeping by, and the blade Qi plunged into the Red Flame Tiger's body.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh rang out, and scalding beast blood splattered. The golden blade Qi cut open the Red Flame Tiger's skin and flesh, pulling out a wound deep enough to see bone, extending from the Red Flame Tiger's rear all the way to its head, almost cutting the massive beast in two.

It was just that the bones of this level of exotic beast were too hard, and the power of the blade Qi was ultimately blocked by the bones, only injuring the skin and flesh.

Wisps of blue smoke rose, and the Red Flame Tiger's cut wound appeared charred, as if it had been roasted by raging fire.

Song Yushao's pupils contracted violently. Such a domineering and scorching blade Qi was even more domineering than his own Yang-type cultivation method.

"Li Huo Gong!" Song Yushao said, word by word.

In the territory of the Profound Heaven Sect, the only domineering Yang-type cultivation method he could think of was Li Huo Gong.

"Roar!"

The Red Flame Tiger let out a mournful roar. Already at the end of its rope, it suffered this blow, its blood gushing like a bursting dam, and it was clear it would not survive.

Stuck in the ground, it wanted to break free, but it was difficult even to stand up; the more it moved, the more blood gushed out.

"Beast, you deserve to die!" Song Yushao's eyes were splitting with rage.

He would rather be injured than kill the Red Flame Tiger, wanting to raise it to continue cultivating Zhu Yanguo for him. Now, all his plans had come to nothing, and in the short term, he could not find another Yang-type Heavenly Origin exotic beast to replace the Red Flame Tiger.

Moreover, this beast was the murderer who had killed dozens of his Song family's elite disciples.

Song Yushao's killing intent almost condensed into substance, his monstrous fury drawing the surrounding power of heaven and earth to surge wildly, wishing he could swallow the person before him alive.