If Chen Yi knew what was on his mind, he would certainly mock him for his shallow understanding.
Being nothing less than the mighty divine intention of the White Tiger, one of the Four Divine Beasts, when did it transform into a demonic technique?
As this wisp of white smoke was absorbed by the Dragon and Tiger Banner on the altar, the Sword Intent inside Chen Yi strengthened once more.
After being absorbed and transformed by the altar, the Slaughter Sword Intent first passed through thirty-six stars before flowing out and disappearing into nothingness.
Following which, this pure Sword Intent reappeared in the palace at the center of his brow, splitting into a large and small wisp, absorbed by Xiao Bai and Xiao Qing respectively.
The Little Green Dragon waved its paws and squealed in a milky voice, "Brother Yi, Brother Yi, kill, kill, kill!"
The Little White Tiger watched its body that had grown slightly larger, grinned, resembling a well-fed, large cat watching a play.
