Look at the Sword!

In the dimly lit basement, the gleam of blades illuminated all directions. Zhao Xing'er must have a storage magic implement on her person; otherwise, it was hard to explain how she carried this three-pointed double-edged blade, over two meters long, on her person. Storage magic implements were generally issued only to immortal sect disciples or elites of the Supernatural Management Bureau. For ordinary cultivators, it wasn't a matter of whether they could afford one, but whether they had many treasures worth carrying on their person. Only then would they need a magic implement to store them. For all that miscellaneous junk, a backpack would do. Zhao Xing'er's three-pointed double-edged blade was no ordinary weapon either. Its edge was sharp and cold, its quality extremely high. With the martial spirit red glow empowering her, a single swing carved out broad arcs of crescent light, driving back both the Vest Tiger and the Gold Tiger. Had either tiger been a hair's breadth slower and collided with that crimson edge, the result might have been one missing ears and the other missing its tail! The tiger demons' bodies, hard as gold and stone, were their greatest pride. But the instant they faced that three-pointed double-edged blade, they quailed simultaneously. On the other side, the Headset Tiger rushed at Yue Wen. Yue Wen simply let go and hurled the flying sword in his right hand. Sword-control art! The flying sword instantly turned into a cold gleam, shocking the Headset Tiger into a tumble to the ground, but it still couldn't dodge in time. Its left paw clanged against the side of the flying sword, drawing a line of searing blood. Hiss— The first great onslaught of the three tiger demons, so imposing in momentum, had been so simply received by the two young men! Yue Wen had originally meant to hold them off himself, giving Zhao Xing'er a chance to make a call. He hadn't expected the situation to turn into Zhao Xing'er transforming into a warrior charging to the front line, while he became the mage in the rear. He reacted quickly too, reaching directly into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He happened to know someone at the Seventh City Supernatural Management Bureau, found the number quickly, and dialed. "Roar—" The Suited Tiger, which had been holding down the rear, seemed to have been guarding against this very move. Seeing Yue Wen about to make a call, it let out a heaven-shaking, earth-splitting furious roar. Its roar was more powerful than the previous combined howl of the three tigers. The soundproofing of this basement was excellent. Besides sturdy materials, it was reinforced with various formations. The intent was presumably to prevent the sounds and auras inside from leaking out and drawing attention to this pack of tiger demons. But this single roar of its directly shook the ground above and below three times! The small building upstairs shook. The members of the Tiger Head Gang were all startled, looking at one another. "What happened?" At that moment, the burly Old Six had just run down from upstairs. After closing the basement door, he had guessed that no matter who won between the two young men and Brother Tiger, they would fight for a while. Thinking they'd have to flee anyway, he decided to go for broke and grab a haul before leaving. So he ran to the place upstairs where the Tiger Head Gang kept their money and ransacked it thoroughly. At that moment, his left shoulder bore a large duffel bag stuffed with money, his right arm hung a jewelry box filled with precious jewelry, his waist bore the keys to a luxury car and over a dozen particularly valuable ugly plush dolls, and his back carried two women sporting flaming red lips and miniskirts... He was fully prepared for flight. Just worrying that he'd be noticed and unable to leave, the ground shook. He ran while shouting at the top of his lungs: "Earthquake! Run for it! Earthquake! Run for it!" "An earthquake?" Hearing his shout, the headquarters became even more chaotic. But some clear-headed people looked toward the basement. "Brother Tiger is still in there! What do we do? Should we go save him?" "How strong is Brother Tiger, and how strong are you?" the burly man shouted. "Does Brother Tiger need you to save him?" "Fair enough." So a group of Tiger Head Gang underlings scattered from the building like birds and beasts. ... The fight in the basement escalated again with the Suited Tiger's roar. Yue Wen was shaken all over, his dialing hand trembling, and he nearly dropped his phone. Fortunately, his soul was firm enough that he gritted through the strongest wave of sound and pressed the button. But there was no more time to talk. He didn't care whether the other side had picked up, and simply shoved the dialing phone back into his pocket. The next second, a black wind pounced on him! It was that black tiger that had been crouching in the corner. Although it looked largest, that was because it had kept its beast form. Compared with the other tiger demons, it should be the youngest and lowest in cultivation level, which was why it hadn't taken human form. But this little black tiger's ferocity was also the fiercest. In the blink of an eye, it leapt and bit from a distant corner, like a black whirlwind. Yue Wen reacted quickly. With two fingers of his right hand raised, he recalled the flying sword, stabbing toward the black tiger from behind. "Ow—" The black tiger flicked its tail, dodging the sword, while its thick tiger tail whipped fiercely toward Yue Wen. Judging by the momentum, being struck by that tail would mean broken bones even if not death! Yue Wen deployed his movement technique, spinning just barely to avoid it. The sword light snapped back, and instinctively he severed that section of tiger tail on the spot. But on the other side, the Headset Tiger also lunged at him, its twin claws hooked like ten steel blades, viciously slashing down! Yue Wen had no choice but to change direction. The sword light swept across horizontally, blocking the tiger claw blow. With a clang-clang, sparks flew everywhere, and the Headset Tiger's twin claws were gashed again. At this moment, the Suited Tiger sitting there suddenly stood up. "Outsiders will definitely be drawn today! Kill them quickly, then leave here!" Their lair, occupied for many years, had been rashly invaded by these two uninvited guests. Everything would have to be rearranged. Rage surged in its eyes, and it leapt into the air! Rip—its black clothes tore apart. The suit on its upper body all burst open, revealing a body of terrifying muscles! "Thunder Tiger Shocking Heaven Fist!" After bursting out of its clothes, it swung its right fist in midair, abruptly tracing a brilliant white streak with a long tail of light, and punched toward Zhao Xing'er! On Zhao Xing'er's side, she swung her three-pointed double-edged blade, relying on her martial cultivation and formidable red glow to press two tiger demons in the fight. Suddenly hearing the gust of wind upon her, she barely had time to raise her weapon horizontally to block. Boom! This fist struck the shaft of the blade. The full power exploded, still sending Zhao Xing'er flying backward, slamming heavily into the wall behind her. Likewise cosplaying a wall mural. Yue Wen noticed this scene at his side and immediately frowned. This tiger demon not only had the strongest physique and innate supernatural ability, but had also practiced a martial cultivation method! That was far beyond a combat power of merely ten-thousand-'nai' level! Demons were naturally dull-witted, and their race was incompatible, making it very difficult for them to comprehend human visualization diagrams. Not to mention supernatural arts, even the simplest martial cultivation method was a hundred times harder for them to cultivate. But once mastered, combined with their naturally extraordinary physique, that was another matter entirely. Zhao Xing'er, whom two tiger demons couldn't handle, had her defenses instantly shattered by this punch! Seeing the Suited Tiger's qi aura shifting toward him, Yue Wen immediately knew he was about to fall into being surrounded and beaten by all five tigers. He waved his sword to create distance and retreated several steps quickly. Several tiger demons thought he was running away and immediately surrounded and intercepted him. Just when the tiger demons' attention was all on him, Yue Wen suddenly raised his hand and cried out clearly: "Look at the sword!" All five tiger demons focused their attention, but what they saw was not a sword, but a cluster of incomparably dazzling white light he had struck out! In an instant, it was as if a sun had burst forth in the basement! Flash Art! He had already closed his eyes in advance. The cluster of light did not flash him. When he opened his eyes again, before him were five completely panicked tiger demons! All white! The effect of suddenly losing sight was enormous. By the time they used scent and qi aura to lock onto Yue Wen again, they had already smelled the pungent scent of blood. The sword-control art and Flash Art were unleashed simultaneously. The sword light twisted like a swimming dragon, slashing across the necks of the Vest Tiger and Gold Tiger on that side. Searing tiger blood sprayed like a fountain, scene after scene of blood rain shocking to behold! Yue Wen did not choose the most powerful Suited Tiger, because he feared that even one of his swords, coordinated with the Flash Art ambush, might not kill the other. Instead, striking with the fastest speed, he directly reduced the enemy's combat strength by two. This was the safest way. Golden light entered his body. He knew he would surely harvest a great wave of evil-suppressing coins this time, but now was not the time to be happy. You had to have the life to spend money even if you had the life to earn it! Watching two brothers die before his eyes, the remaining three tiger demons all had bloodshot eyes and let out roars of mingled grief and fury. "Ow—roar—" Despicable humans! Shameless tactics! Yue Wen's face was full of caution as he quickly put distance between himself and them. He did not relax just because he had slain two tiger demons. Previously there had been five tigers at full strength; now there were three enraged tigers. The situation might be even more dire! And just at this moment, on the wall behind the tiger demons, a cluster of red light grew ever more dazzling. Within the crimson radiance, Zhao Xing'er hovered in the air, an angry expression on her face, shouting furiously: "Who's flashing Flash Art over there? It flashed me—" Judging by her state, she had clearly reached the moment when she could no longer control the martial spirit red glow, her anger filling her, recognizing neither kin nor acquaintance. So Yue Wen decisively pointed at the three tiger demons before him and shouted loudly: "It's those three!"},