The saber-toothed tiger did not dare to stay for long. Knowing that its superior was here, it rolled on the ground and ran away like a wisp of smoke. The sound of the earth shaking gradually faded away, and the four of them heaved a sigh of relief.
"Pfft!" Beiting Huang couldn't help but laugh. Thunderbolt was really straightforward. If Xuanyuan Po was really crushed to death by the saber-toothed tiger, would it not let him off even if he became a ghost? There was probably no one in the Central Continent who had died more wrongfully than Xuanyuan Po.
"The pressure of a Holy Beast! It's actually the pressure of a Holy Beast!" Nangong Qianxi hurriedly ran out and stood under the tree where Beiting Huang had stopped. She shouted at the tree, "Senior, please show yourself. I have something to ask you."
