The wind howled, and the rain poured down, carrying a bone-chilling cold.
A three-zhang-long, multicolored tiger leaped high into the air, frantically darting through the hills, toppling countless giant trees as it went, shaking the earth and mountains with its every move.
The moment the tiger leader was gutted by that palm strike, the young tiger demon had fled in the opposite direction without a second thought.
It had never imagined that it would become the "Tiger King" in this manner, the sole choice of its father.
Yet, there was no joy in its heart—only a cold, trembling fear.
Because behind it was a ferocious demon, its overwhelming demonic aura indicating that it had at least a thousand years more cultivation than the young tiger.
"Senior!" the young tiger demon roared as it fled.