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The bowl of sea in Xin Lin’s hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Almost at the same time, the White Tiger’s martial soul rushed out of the bowl.
“Young Master who doesn’t know how to live or die, let Grandpa Baihu teach you how to be a human being!”
The White Tiger Beast King laughed.
The soul pill flew back into its martial soul before the blink of an eye.
The White Tiger Beast King swung his claws, and the fierce claw wind hit Xin Lin’s body.
The little girl in front of me looks very fragile.
She has no Xuanwu Beast King’s martial soul protection and is simply vulnerable.
What the White Tiger Beast King hates the most is this kind of junior who overestimates his abilities.
But when this claw fell, Xin Lin groaned.
A force was generated in Xin Lin’s body, which dissolved the claw power of the White Tiger Beast King in absolute way.
“What is that?”
The White Tiger Beast King’s face changed drastically.
Its white tiger power disappeared.
“Things that don’t know what you know.”
A cold voice.
A ghost claw, which is many times sharper than the White Tiger Beast King, emerged from the air.
It pierced the soul pill of the White Tiger Beast King with one claw.
The White Tiger Beast King roared sadly.
As the ghost claws penetrated its body, the White Tiger Beast King felt cold all over.
The soul has an illusion that it is torn apart even though it is torn apart.
The soul pill was cut out from its martial soul.
A man in black stared at it coldly.
Just one glance, the White Tiger Beast King felt his liver and gallbladder split.
He…he…a familiar and terrifying feeling.
It seems that thousands of years ago, there was such a claw and eyes staring at me.
The soul shuddered at it.
That was the innate pressure that gave the White Tiger martial soul an urge to crawl on the ground.
It is the Beast King, but at this moment, the Beast King’s dignity disappeared.
“Ghost Hu, leave its martial soul.”