"Feng Zhan, what happened to it?" Leng Ruoxue couldn't help asking Feng Zhan.
"I don't know." Feng Zhan shook his head. How can this white tiger be so zoned out? How can a beast be in a daze during a battle? Fortunately, Master doesn't want to kill it. Otherwise, this stupid tiger would have been burned to ashes long ago!
Feng Zhan released a stream of fiery red spiritual power, which just happened to hit the white tiger's butt…
"Owwww!" A deafening howl sounded…
"Which bastard dares to sneak attack on my butt!" The white tiger recovered and roared angrily.
"Your grandpa, I, did it," Feng Zhan said indifferently, crossing his arms.
"You damn bird, how dare you ambush me!" the white tiger roared furiously, completely forgetting about the battle. His only thought now was to teach this stinky bird a lesson.
