There is no denying that Tang Tong's nine years on the mountain weren't wasted.
There really are places where you can kill when you go down the mountain.
And it's not killing chickens or slaughtering dogs.
It's stabbing tigers.
"Roar——!"
A giant tiger with dangling eyes and a white forehead, measuring eight feet tall, screamed miserably, running wildly around the beast cage, scratching at the iron cage and howling for help.
Yet Tie Dan, with a face like frosty ice, charged forward holding Qingshuang, and with one sword strike chopped the tiger's head rolling across the ground, then opened its belly, dismembering it into eight parts, ferocious and ruthless.
"Oh my heavens..."
The crowd watching couldn't help but cover their eyes, unable to witness the bloody and horrendous scene.
Tang Tong, however, was counting money with the banker, pocketing his original stake of one thousand, while the eight thousand Divine Gang Coins he had won, he packed into a bag for Brother Tie.
