At this time, Zhang Xiaohua took his hand out from his bosom, his expression extremely ugly. He was not the kind of person to ignore someone's death, and although using the Flying Sword would easily be discovered, it was a life at stake. Zhang Xiaohua couldn't just turn a blind eye, and besides, everyone had been shocked by the momentum of the tiger, so even if he quietly used the Flying Sword, no one might have noticed.
However, what Zhang Xiaohua didn't expect was that the tiger's movements were so swift. Just as he was about to reach into his bosom to retrieve his Dream Chaser, the sharp teeth of the tiger had already pierced deeply into the abdomen of the unfortunate disciple. Fresh blood flowed out instantly, and Zhang Xiaohua knew that even if he drove the Dream Chaser to chase the tiger away now, it would be too late.
