Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion - Chapter 2087
Chapter 2087: 868, Bi Fang Divine Beast_2
At that moment, the long spear had already reached the Black Tiger Demon’s neck, leaving behind a black crack.
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The Black Tiger Demon turned its head to bite the spear, but the shaft of the spear shook in Zhu Rong’s hands, directly brushing it aside.
The horizontal blade on the hooked spear cut open a bloody wound on the Black Tiger Demon’s body, and the blood spouting from the wound was ignited by flames.
Jumping and landing a hundred yards away, Zhu Rong turned back, his face showing a trace of excitement.
In the past, every sparring session with Han Muye ended with him being overwhelmingly defeated, making him always feel insufficient in strength.
Now, clashing with a divine beast, he was gaining the upper hand just at their first encounter.
It seemed not that he was weak, but that Brother Han was too strong.
“Kill.”
With a roar to the sky, Zhu Rong charged again, his long spear swirling, drawing lines of fire dragons, colliding with the surrounding flames and smashing toward the Black Tiger Demon.
The Black Tiger Demon had just had its neck wounded, its blood burning, and although it stopped the bleeding in an instant, such humiliation infuriated it immensely.
A mere human race, mere fodder, daring to resist?
With an angry roar, the Black Tiger Demon turned around, its wings flapping, turning whirlwinds into sharp blades, its long tail like a scissor, throwing sand and rocks everywhere.
Zhu Rong, holding his long spear, slightly curled the spearhead, breaking through the sharp blades, as the fire dragon collided with the Black Tiger Demon’s long tail.
Layers of flames expanded, triggering a trace of Origin Force.
“Boom”
The body of the Black Tiger Demon was blown away by this force.
How was this possible!
The Black Tiger Demon rolled on the ground, a flicker of fear crossing its face.
Zhu Rong, growing more excited as he fought, continuously swung his spear, practicing the cultivation techniques and offensive skills Han Muye had taught him.
Suddenly the Black Tiger Demon felt surrounded by spear shadows, only able to flap its wings, occasionally lifting its forelimbs to block.
Black tiger fur was scattered and charred all around.
The painful roars of the Black Tiger Demon continuously filled the air.
Initially, the Black Tiger Demon could still clash with Zhu Rong, but after half a day, it was only dodging and getting beaten.
The Gray Wolf witnessed this scene, feeling even more fortunate about its decision.
How wise was its choice.
In the distance, the people of the Blazing Prairie Tribe had already cleaned the battlefield and then stood watching Zhu Rong as he hunted the Black Tiger Demon.
That was a divine beast, and if the divine beast was killed, would they get even more materials?
“That Black Tiger Demon’s skin must be made into a big flag,” said one tribe member, his eyes shining as he spoke out loud.
“Tiger Fangs can definitely be made into weapons, but I wonder whether a short knife or a long spear would be more suitable,” another murmured softly as he stroked the handle of the knife in his hand.
“Tiger bones could be engraved with divine patterns to make a Ritual Staff, then my Blazing Prairie Tribe will have a few more people wielding Ritual Staffs.”
The Ritual Staff is the Bone Staff in Zhu Tian’s hand, containing a trace of Origin Force, capable of unleashing a fire ability.
“I would actually like to cut off that tiger whip. Priest Han mentioned that in a distant place, there’s a divine object called Tiger Whip Wine, which is made by soaking the tiger whip…” said a youth clad in bamboo armor, his face full of yearning, even though he had no idea what alcohol was.
On a hill in the distance, the Black Tiger Demon, tormented and covered in scars, was now trembling in its legs.
It was not even dead yet, and people were already discussing how to skin it, disassemble its bones, and even how to use its tiger whip.
Involuntarily, it felt a tightness in its whip.
Zhu Rong burst into hearty laughter, and the long spear in his hand thundered down toward the top of the Black Tiger Demon’s head.
This strike, even if not fatal, would leave it severely wounded.
The Black Tiger Demon wanted to dodge, but its body ached with wounds, lacking the strength to evade.
“Wouldn’t you want to subdue a divine beast as a mount?”
Just at that moment, a voice rang out.
Zhu Rong’s plunging long spear hovered three feet above the Black Tiger Demon’s head.
The Flame Power surged along the long spear, causing the Black Tiger Demon’s head to tremble, knocking it unconscious.
…
Two hours later, Han Muye and Zhu Rong strode side by side.
They were riding the Black Tiger Demon and the Gray Wolf.
Even though the Black Tiger Demon had Divine Beast Bloodline, it was now cautiously keeping it concealed, daring not to show any of it.
Meanwhile, the Gray Wolf was now striding proudly, quite excited.
Han Muye had just promised it that, given the chance, he would help awaken the Divine Beast Bloodline within it.
This was an enormous opportunity.
“The Huangyan Tribe has more people than our Blazing Prairie Tribe, and their totem beasts are also mightier; I wonder why they were defeated this time,” Zhu Rong, urging the Black Tiger Demon to move forward, voiced his doubts with a low voice.
With over five hundred tribe members, although their tribe lacked Ritual Masters and Divine Pattern Masters, their collective strength wasn’t weak; they even had the protection of a divine beast, so how could they have been defeated?
Hearing him speak, the Black Tiger Demon whimpered several times.
The vibration of the Origin Force then transmitted the message.
The divine beast guarding the Huangyan Tribe was a Flying Cloud Beast, which had been extremely weak when it gave birth some time ago, making it vulnerable to several other divine beasts.
Normally, battles among divine beasts aren’t too fierce, so this kind of opportunistic attack during another divine beast’s childbirth was quite rare.
“The offspring of the Flying Cloud Beast possesses the Divine Bird Bi Fang’s bloodline.”
There was a slight tremble in the voice of the Black Tiger Demon.
Bi Fang.
In the Desolate Wilderness, among divine birds, its strength is only second to that of phoenixes, and it exists as a powerhouse among the Fire-type divine beasts.
For divine beasts like the Black Tiger Demon, which only had one ten-millionth of bloodline power, acquiring the divine beast power of Bi Fang was an unimaginably great benefit.
This was the reason the Huangyan Tribe had been breached.
Of course, since totem beasts are inherently linked with their tribes, those divine beasts attacking the Flying Cloud Beast and consequently breaking through the Huangyan Tribe was to be expected.
The information from the Black Tiger Demon caused Zhu Rong’s expression to darken slightly.
Not just one divine beast.
He dared to face off against the Black Tiger Demon because he did not sense any power on it that could instill fear in him.
But he knew his own limits.
A divine beast like the Black Tiger Demon could only be assigned menial tasks such as scouting; only truly powerful divine beasts were qualified to share in the Bi Fang bloodline.
“Let’s go, I’m also curious about the Bi Fang bloodline.” Han Muye said, smiling as he gazed into the distance.
Ahead, a mass of Flame Power was clashing, seeming to try and flee.
With a move of his body, he had already ridden the Gray Wolf charging forward.
Zhu Rong, still somewhat hesitant, shouted and charged out as well.
The tribespeople of the Blazing Prairie Tribe who lacked mounts glanced at each other, excitement written all over their faces.
Run like hell.
They had traveled only a few dozen miles when a group of humans dressed in animal skins rushed toward them head-on.
These humans were clad in animal skins and armed with weapons like Wood Staff Bone Staff, and one of them had a large basket on his back that thrummed with the essence of Flame Power.
“Uncle!”
Zhu Rong called out loudly, riding the Black Tiger Demon and charging forward.
The initially panicked crowd, upon seeing the big man wearing the basket raise his head, first froze and then burst into joyful shouts.
“Haha, Zhu Rong!”
Leading the Black Tiger Demon into the crowd, the display of strength from the Black Tiger Demon brought joy amidst the chaos among the people of the Huangyan Tribe.
Zhu Rong was so powerful!
“Roar—”
A roar echoed from behind.
Then, the distant, chilling roars of demon beasts followed one after another.
“Zhu Rong, take the totem beast’s cub and leave, I’ll hold off these demon beasts,” Zhu Rong’s uncle, the chieftain of the Huangyan Tribe, Shi Cheng, handed over the basket to Zhu Rong and gripped his long-handled wooden spear tightly.
A palm-sized fluffy little beast poked its head out of the basket.
By then, Han Muye had already arrived nearby, scanning the area and nodding slightly.
It indeed had the Bi Fang bloodline—and a quite pure one at that, already possessing one-tenth of the bloodline.
However, this little beast had just been born and its bloodline power had not awakened yet, so naturally, it lacked sufficient combat strength.
“Let the Black Tiger Demon and the Gray Wolf block the demon beasts. The pursuing divine beasts are not weak; you can use this as a good opportunity to hone your skills.” Han Muye’s voice sounded from behind Zhu Rong.
Zhu Rong, who had been somewhat hesitant, suddenly felt confident, grinned, placed the basket down, patted the Black Tiger Demon, and then with a pair of flame wings unfolding behind him, flew straight into the sky.
The little beast in the basket watched Zhu Rong soaring, its eyes shining with a glint of brightness.
“Boom—”
In the distance, columns of fire rose.
Zhu Rong’s loud shout could also be heard.
The faces of the people from the Huangyan Tribe tensed as they watched the direction of the exploding flames.
“Um, can Zhu Rong win?” Shi Cheng turned to Han Muye, asking softly.
Han Muye nodded, “He can’t.”
Can’t win?
Shi Cheng shuddered.
“But slowly honing him is still possible,” Han Muye’s voice sounded again.
From a distance, a sharp scream was heard, a sleek black bird spread its wings and flew towards the rising flames.
“Another, another divine beast!”
Shivering, Shi Cheng muttered, “This is bad, already unable to win…”
No sooner had he finished speaking than he saw Han Muye beside him clutching a blue long spear tightly in his hand before flying straight out.
“I’ve already told him to hone himself, why must you seek your own death?”
