When the black gourd was sent flying, Lin Suo's anger was more real than any reaction he had shown before. He immediately rushed over to Lu Qing'er's side.

“Roar!”

The tiger was up again. Qin Zhulu's golden tiger-stripes were as bright as ever, and his body was swelling with a blend of resonant power and raw physical strength. It seemed like a dark tiger silhouette of burnished gold was superimposed over his person.

Immediately, his stance grew even more feral and wild.

Qin Zhulu charged, spear in one hand and equally deadly tiger claws flashing on the other. Both were aimed straight at Lin Suo, rending the air with their keen edges.

"Enough!"

Lin Suo had had enough of this tiger, who was more persistent than a fly. A backhand sent a crimson...