Xue Xue was standing beside Chu Liuyue.
She looked at it.
The beast pounced, immediately understanding what she wanted.
Despite its enormous body, the white lion ran so fast that it vanished in the blink of an eye—it appeared before Elder Meng in an instant.
The moment Xue Xue moved, the elder realized he was in danger. Thus, he started running for his life.
After he took a few steps, he saw a flash of white. The lion stood in front of him, blocking his escape route.
Elder Meng gathered force at the heart of his palm and attacked hurriedly. "Dragon Fist Strike!"
A look of menacing mockery filled Xue Xue's icy-blue eyes, and it raised its paw.
Huala!
The elder's strike was torn apart, and there were even several lines of red claw marks on his arm!
