That was no mere kitten. Before them stood a ferocious White Tiger, its malevolence filling the air. Its jaws were wide, and the sharp fangs within looked as deadly as daggers. Blood oozed from between its teeth as it savagely tore at Old Chen.0

Witnessing the scene, Wang Xuan felt his heart sink. Old Chen was severely wounded! Bleeding profusely in the inner world signified grave injury. It might even be life-threatening. This Inner Landscape was different, unlike any they had experienced before.0

He raced forward, quickly overtaking Qing Mu, and picked up the black sword that Old Chen had dropped. As he neared the beast, he leaped into the air, holding the sword with both hands. A brilliant flash emitted from the blade as he fiercely thrust it towards the tiger's rear!0

With a soft thud, the sword, now gleaming with radiant light, pierced right into the creature's backside.0

Perhaps it should indeed be referred to as the White Tiger now. And one thing was clear: its rear was off-limits.0

"Meow! Roar!" Even if the sound was inaudible, the creature's open maw signaled a furious roar, accompanied by a terrifying surge of energy.0

The tiger glanced coldly at the black blade protruding from its rear and then at Wang Xuan, who was hanging onto the hilt. Its gaze was... piercing.0

"Roar..."...0