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Western Hong, Mount Yu.
In the vast palace, all the maids and guards had withdrawn.
They seldom saw the Dragon Consort take action personally, and to disperse such a cold and genuine killing intent was an extremely rare display for a Purple-Bearded White Dragon, proving that the opponent was truly angry.
"Stop."
Zi Xian no longer referred to herself as 'this palace'. Under that snow-white scaly dragon claw, An Tingfeng had already shown his tiger's head, and that ferocious and fierce head was gradually deforming within the sharp Dragon Claw.
She could tell how tense the situation on the other side was.
Otherwise, this Fierce Tiger wouldn't have been feeding its clan members the whole time.
A lot could be inferred from this.
That meant there must be other Sect Masters present alongside Shen Yi, but most likely not Ji Jingxi—if with the same Heaven Realm cultivation, even if the old tiger gave away all its essence blood, it would not have any effect.