The phantom of the golden tiger knocked away the spells and sword lights that blocked its path. With an indomitable momentum, it rushed to the dozens of miles wide Jialing River.
The tiger roared at the sky and moved again.
In the sky, most of the sword light spells had already dissipated.
At this moment, there were only a dozen or so left.
After all, the previous obstruction was only to show his strength and show that he was qualified to participate in the competition.
There was no need to fight the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
Just now, several of the sects were actually allies with the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
However, at this moment, there were still sword lights and phantoms condensing in front of him. Not only did he want to show his strength, but he also wanted to fight for the seats of the nine sects!
The golden tiger roared and its eyes revealed a dazzling ferocity. It led the 10 flying ships behind it to charge forward.
