Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 758 - 557 Letting the Tiger Return to the Mountain

Chapter 758: Chapter 557 Letting the Tiger Return to the Mountain

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Western Hong, Mount Yu.

In the vast palace, all the maids and guards had withdrawn.

They seldom saw the Dragon Consort take action personally, and to disperse such a cold and genuine killing intent was an extremely rare display for a Purple-Bearded White Dragon, proving that the opponent was truly angry.

"Stop."

Zi Xian no longer referred to herself as ’this palace’. Under that snow-white scaly dragon claw, An Tingfeng had already shown his tiger’s head, and that ferocious and fierce head was gradually deforming within the sharp Dragon Claw.

She could tell how tense the situation on the other side was.

Otherwise, this Fierce Tiger wouldn’t have been feeding its clan members the whole time.

A lot could be inferred from this.

That meant there must be other Sect Masters present alongside Shen Yi, but most likely not Ji Jingxi—if with the same Heaven Realm cultivation, even if the old tiger gave away all its essence blood, it would not have any effect.

Exactly because of this, Zi Xian became even more anxious.

If An Tingfeng succeeds, and two Sect Masters of the Seven Sons of South Hong perish on her territory at once... how could she have the face to confront Jingxi?

"I told you to stop!"

In a low scold, Zi Xian suddenly exerted force. With a crackling sound, An Tingfeng’s head instantly showed fine cracks, followed by the gush of scarlet blood plasma, staining the white fur and black stripes on his face.

"Heh... Heh..."

An Tingfeng peered through the gaps of the dragon claws, revealing his split-open mouth and letting out a strange, sharp laugh.

It turns out that even a Great Demon who could rival Heaven Realm and had survived a hundred thousand years of slaughter, once it had attachments, could be so feeble, feeble enough that, despite having the Boundary, one could see at a glance what she was afraid of.

The Secret Technique had already been deployed; as soon as he died, his cultivation would all transfer to the clan Elder.

This woman simply didn’t dare to wager; she still held the hope that the people of the South Hong Seven Sons could save their lives, thus unwilling to add any pressure on their side.

In contrast, he now had nothing.

An Yi... Dad is coming to find you.

An Tingfeng sneered, revealing two sharp fangs: "Dragon Consort, once this matter is settled, if the little girl comes back, considering those life-continuing treasures, Tingfeng will still do your bidding."

"You still think you can live?" Zi Xian’s eyes narrowed slightly, almost burst into laughter from the absurdity.

If anything happens to the Seven Sons of South Hong, this Fierce Tiger doesn’t really think he could walk out of this palace in one piece, does he? Probably the entire force of Western Hong had never considered that the Eastern Dragon King, rumored to have been backstabbed by Xuan Qing, was actually filled with indebtedness towards the Seven Sons of South Hong.

For this reason, even at the cost of enduring the disgust like swallowing dung, the father had pulled Zi Ling’s tiger skin to divert the Immortal’s attention from South Hong, while also deterring other forces, and preserved the remaining six Sects.

Even if slaughtering this Chief of the Frost Tiger Clan could cause unrest among the forces that had been hard to win over, affecting the grand scheme of things, the father would never blame her.

"If you’re going to act, you’d better do it now, because if you wait until the matter over there ends... Tingfeng certainly can’t defeat the Dragon Consort, but temporarily entering the Heaven Realm cultivation to save my life is still doable."

Despite his head being grasped, An Tingfeng put away his smile yet appeared so calm and composed.

"..."

Seeing his expression and especially feeling that the aura of the Fierce Tiger was still diminishing, Zi Xian felt an unprecedented frustration welling up within her.

She closed her eyes, and the originally steady Dragon Claw began to tremble with rage.

An Tingfeng’s feigned calm laughter was incredibly grating to her.

Since coming to Western Hong, it was the first time Zi Xian had suffered a loss in such an out-of-the-way place. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes to look elsewhere: "Everything is negotiable..."

Before she could finish.

Zi Xian suddenly noticed that the old tiger in her palm was trembling even more violently than herself.

She looked back in surprise.

But she saw that An Tingfeng had suddenly stopped laughing, and beneath the blood-soaked fur, those originally sharp eyes had become somewhat cloudy and uncertain.

He stared blankly into the void, his aura rapidly recovering.

In an instant, An Tingfeng clenched his fists desperately, trying to send his inner essence to the other side again, but no matter how hard he tried, it had no effect.

The aura on his body was still uncontrollably returning to its peak state.

"How is this possible——"

Anxiety flooded An Tingfeng’s face; clearly, things were beyond his control.

Peering through the dragon claw’s fingers, he stared intently at Zi Xian, the composure in his voice had long disappeared: "Dragon Consort, Dragon Consort! You just said we could negotiate..."

"What negotiation?"

Zi Xian raised an eyebrow and finally released her palm, only to see this Tiger Demon, whose realm faintly surpassed the Perfection Earth Realm, now staggering backward, his steps unsteady.

She instantly realized what was happening: "Did I say so?"

Instead of fleeing, An Tingfeng hurriedly blocked her again, anxiously saying: "It’s Tingfeng who wishes to negotiate with the Dragon Consort. If you return my daughter to me, I am willing to fight for the Dragon Consort, dying a thousand deaths without regret!"

Watching this bizarre scene, Zi Xian’s frustration cleared, replaced by curiosity.

What exactly had happened to cause such a drastic change in this Fierce Tiger?

But no matter what, since he was at a disadvantage, it indicated that the Sect Master of South Hong had gained the upper hand.

The young Shen Yi, what a big shot... not bad, not bad! Truly earning back her face!

Any discontent Zi Xian had towards the young Sect Master Shen due to Ji Jingxi dissipated like smoke.

Considering this, Zi Xian slowly withdrew her gaze: "I apologize, but I don’t have the habit of negotiating with the dead."

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