"Haha, picking on the younger members of the Demon Tribe, what skill is that!" Bai Xundao laughed heartily as he rushed to the battlefield at Mount Putuo.
He knew his Dao wounds were severe and dared not delay; he channeled all his mana, causing his Dao wounds to burst open and blood to ooze from the corners of his mouth! The people from the Buddhist Sect and the Demon Tribe were shocked; the elder from the White Tiger Clan had actually made a move. Did he not fear that the eruption of his Dao wounds would lead to his untimely death?
Bai Xundao bellowed loudly, took a step forward, assumed a Tiger Fist stance, and chanted an incantation silently in his heart while shouting, "White Tiger Swallows the Sky!"
