Without its master's control, the thick vine around the middle-aged man finally loosened. He struggled fiercely, the phantom of the white tiger appearing once again on his back, shaking off the vine. Without any hesitation, he leapt into action, seemingly ignoring Lan Bao'er. His right hand again condensed into a white metal longsword, which he mercilessly drove into the wound of the giant lizard, cleaving its body in half.
Lan Bao'er was slightly stunned and looked at the bloodstains on the middle-aged man, asking, "Are you okay?"
The middle-aged man put a few more swords into the dead body of the giant lizard, ensuring its total death. He then picked off a green crystal core from the body and turned to Lan Bao'er. "This little injury is nothing. You're a pretty little girl! So young and already a two-crown strength, not simple."
