Chapter 34

What incredible speed! In terms of speed, this half-immortal tiger was the fastest opponent Amu had ever faced, of course, Zhou Yunji was not included.

Amu quickly leaped backward, and at the same time, he swung his sword upward, aiming straight for the half-immortal tiger's abdomen.

Upon seeing this, the half-immortal tiger suddenly flapped its wings in mid-air, directly soaring over Amu's head, then twisted its body and appeared behind Amu.

Its movements were as swift as lightning, leaving no time to react. "Roar—" It was a surprise attack from behind.

Amu had forgotten that the half-immortal tiger could both leap and fly. He lost the initiative and felt a fierce wind coming from behind. He could only swing his flying sword backward to protect himself as much as possible.

However, Amu's power was insufficient. If it were a cultivator of the initial seventh or eighth stage, they could directly control the sword, and a flash of sword light would have killed the half-immortal tiger.

But Amu's sword could only protect a distance of about three to four feet around him.

Seeing that the sword light was not very powerful, the half-immortal tiger slightly tilted its body, avoiding the vital points, and its tail passed through Amu's sword light, sweeping fiercely.

The tiger's tail was as thick as a goose egg, resembling a steel whip, and carried a fierce wind, with a force of a thousand pounds, sweeping toward Amu's back.

If this hit, any cultivator below the initial fifth stage would be seriously injured.

At this moment, Amu, facing the half-immortal tiger, had no way to dodge.

Seeing this from a distance, Lishui's face turned pale. If this hit, Amu would likely be in grave danger.

A loud "Bang—" echoed, but there was no sight of Amu being struck by the half-immortal tiger.

Instead, the half-immortal tiger let out a strange cry, leaping three to four yards away, crouching and growling, its steel-like tail coiled beside it, trembling slightly.

It seemed that the counterforce had caused the half-immortal tiger to sustain a minor injury.

Amu's white robe on his back was torn into pieces, fluttering in the wind, revealing his bronze-colored skin, which gleamed in the sunlight.

Amu was unharmed, looking at the half-immortal tiger with a cold smile.

On the Tianxuan flying saucer, Lishui was stunned. Is this a child cultivator?

An attack equivalent to a full-strength strike from a cultivator of the initial fourth or fifth stage would turn even a boulder to dust, yet the tiger's tail had failed to harm Amu.

At this moment, Lishui recalled that when Deng Yan and Amu fought, Amu seemed to be unafraid of such attacks. Even Zhou Yunji's attacks were ineffective against Amu. Lishui's heart calmed slightly.

Amu glanced sideways at the half-immortal tiger, his sword held horizontally, his expression growing colder.

Amu had been a bit careless, not expecting the half-immortal tiger to land a hit. If it weren't for his ten years of physical training, this blow would have cost him half his life.

However, this also thoroughly ignited Amu's killing intent. Originally, he had considered capturing it alive, but now he was determined to kill this beast.

The familiar sensation from the blow reminded Amu of Wang Jue and Yu'er.

Wasn't Amu's cultivation for the sake of his master and Yu'er? If he couldn't even deal with a half-immortal tiger, what was the point of pursuing the great path? What was the point of the thousand-year mission?

With this thought, Amu's blood boiled, and he could no longer give the half-immortal tiger any chance.

With a long howl, Amu moved, charging at the half-immortal tiger.

Amu excelled in close combat, and only by getting close could he deliver a fatal blow.

After all, the half-immortal tiger was a low-level spirit beast with little intelligence. Seeing Amu charge, its ferocity flared, and it completely forgot the pain from the previous hit, charging forward without dodging.

In close combat, the half-immortal tiger had never feared anything.

It extended its claws, carrying a fierce wind. One claw aimed at Amu's flying sword, the other at Amu's chest. At the same time, it opened its mouth, revealing sharp white teeth, and a dazzling red light shot toward Amu's face.

The half-immortal tiger's claws were like divine hooks, excellent materials for magical artifacts, not inferior to Amu's flying sword. The red light was the half-immortal tiger's innate fire technique—Tiger Cloud Fire.

This Tiger Cloud Fire was a low-level beast fire, but it was far superior to ordinary fire, and its power was no less than the fire cloud shield that Deng Yan had summoned.

Seeing this, Amu coldly snorted. As long as he was in close combat, he was unafraid. Attacks at this level were almost ineffective against him.

Amu's flying sword met the tiger's claw without hesitation.

At the same time, he extended his left index and middle fingers, aiming directly at the half-immortal tiger's eyes. However, Amu did not notice that his fingers were glowing with a faint black light.

Although Amu's single palm had the strength to shatter stone and pierce metal, the half-immortal tiger's body was as strong as steel. Even if he struck, it wouldn't be fatal. Therefore, Amu aimed for the beast's eyes to ensure a complete victory.

As for the red light heading toward his face, Amu dodged, ignoring the heat wave.

He didn't even look at the claw aimed at his chest.

What if the half-immortal tiger hit him? Amu's fingers would surely blind the half-immortal tiger.

However, the half-immortal tiger thought differently. It had a longer reach, and Amu's left hand was still three feet away, while its front claws were already in front of Amu.

The beast was trying to play a timing game.

Suddenly, sparks flew, and the sound of metal clashing echoed. The half-immortal tiger's claws actually blocked the sharp sixth-stage flying sword.

At the same time, the other claw struck Amu's chest.

However, Amu's body didn't even waver. It was as if the half-immortal tiger had hit a thousand-year-old cold iron, and it let out a painful cry, the pain piercing its heart and lungs.

Taking this opportunity, Amu lunged forward, his fingers reaching the half-immortal tiger's forehead.

"Thud—" The middle finger hit the half-immortal tiger's left eye, while the index finger narrowly missed.

"Roar—Roar—" The half-immortal tiger let out a painful cry, shaking the entire mountain. Amu's eardrums throbbed, and his head felt heavy.

Lishui on the Tianxuan flying saucer was directly stunned by the shock.

Taking this chance, the half-immortal tiger leaped backward, flapped its wings, and tried to fly away.

Unfortunately, it fell as soon as it took off. Amu's finger had injured the half-immortal tiger's brain, and a bit of brain matter was still on Amu's finger. More importantly, the black light from Amu's finger had pierced its brain.

With its brain injured, the half-immortal tiger lost its balance and could not fly, fleeing into the cypress forest in a panic.

Amu would not let it escape and pursued it.

One tiger and one person, one in front and one behind, chased each other on the unnamed mountain.

The half-immortal tiger, familiar with the terrain and incredibly agile, moved swiftly on all fours.

Amu, not to be outdone, ran swiftly, closely following.

Pitifully, the half-immortal tiger, a spirit beast, was being chased by a child cultivator, with nowhere to run, and it let out continuous cries.

In a moment, they had run for over ten miles on the unnamed mountain.

The half-immortal tiger's left eye socket was throbbing with pain, bleeding profusely, and it was gradually losing strength.

Amu, however, felt no fatigue. Instead, his internal energy flowed smoothly, and the half-solidified immortal root in his dantian became even more condensed.

Seeing that he was about to catch up, the half-immortal tiger suddenly stopped, turned, and charged at Amu.

"Huh? What a beast!" Amu coldly laughed. Although he was chasing the half-immortal tiger, he had been paying attention to its counterattack.

Amu, once a killing demon, knew the principle of not pursuing a cornered enemy and being cautious.

The half-immortal tiger, thinking itself clever, turned around in a desperate attempt to catch Amu off guard.

But it was completely wrong. Amu suddenly raised his hand, and a black vine appeared in his hand.

With no one around, Amu had no reservations and directly summoned the black vine.

Amu moved forward, and the half-immortal tiger charged, and in an instant, they met.

Amu's black vine flashed, and the half-immortal tiger let out an incredibly piercing cry, shaking the forest.

"Swish—" The black vine struck the half-immortal tiger's waist, slicing through it like a knife through tofu, splitting its massive body into two.

"Thud—" The four paws twitched, grabbing countless rocks, and the tiger's head struggled to hit the ground, still growling, refusing to die.

How could a single black light split its steel-like body in two?

After half a moment, the two halves of the tiger's body gradually stopped moving.

Amu was delighted. The treasure given by his master was indeed invincible. He had only lightly swung it, and the half-immortal tiger was split in two, a feeling of satisfaction.

Looking at the half-immortal tiger's corpse, Amu coldly laughed and took out a storage bag from the Qiankun Ruyi Bracelet to store the half-immortal tiger's body.

"Stew some tiger meat for a big feast tonight, a treat for the palate!" Amu muttered to himself.

But at that moment, Amu suddenly felt a strange sensation, sensing someone approaching from a distance.

This feeling was very peculiar. Amu had not seen anyone, but he just knew someone was coming.

Was this spiritual perception? Amu knew that cultivators could develop spiritual perception and divine awareness, but that was usually only for cultivators above the fixed stage.

Why was his feeling so strange?