A few minutes later, Bai Hu Lie lay sprawled on the ground, flat on his back and gasping for air, his broad chest rising and falling heavily.
His muzzle was smeared red, and his white coat with black stripes was stained in patches, tufts of fur matted together by the still-warm blood.
"Ah… ah… Son of a bitch!" Bai Hu Lie cursed between heavy gasps, clenching his fists until his claws scraped against the ground.
Qingyi stood right in front of him, hands elegantly clasped behind his back, looking down at him with the calm of someone who'd just been out for a walk.
There wasn't a single scratch on him. Not even a speck of dust on his clothes.
Seated on a bench nearby, Xiaohu sipped his drink and watched it all, in no hurry whatsoever to get involved.
"You need to improve, little tiger. If you don't reach the Stellar Sovereign Realm soon, you'll fall even further behind," Qingyi teased, a mischievous smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
