The White Ghost King was held in the tiger demon's hand and roughly understood the situation. It seemed that the tiger demon had been previously beaten by another Chu Liang and was harboring anger.
He immediately furrowed his brow—a cold glint in his eyes—and said, "You have a grudge against Chu Liang, so go settle it with him! What skill is there in coming after me?"
It seemed he was taking an arrow meant for Chu Liang.
Just now, he had been sent flying by the tiger demon simply because he was caught off guard. In reality, his cultivation was far superior to the tiger demon's—how could he not be a match for him? Having figured out what was happening, the White Ghost King no longer held back.
A white light flashed around his neck, and he suddenly became ethereal, as if transparent—the tiger demon's claws grasping at nothing. The White Ghost King freed himself and counterattacked with a palm strike.
Bang!
