A streak of golden light landed on the body of the tiger, and its wounds rapidly healed back to their original state. Its face was a ghastly shade of anger, and it roared furiously, "Which bastard dared to ambush me? Show yourself!"
"Ha ha! I'm right here, do you want to catch me? With your strength, you can't touch me!"
A wild and arrogant voice rang out, and a figure streaked across from the distance and landed in the valley.
This figure was short and clad in earth-yellow clothes, wrapped in a gray rope—none other than an old beggar.
"What's the background of this guy? How did he appear here?"
Lin Yi furrowed his brow in thought, never having heard of such a character. However, this old beggar seemed very powerful, and his methods were formidable.
Lin Yi's attacks had just been completely neutralized by the old beggar, leaving the tiger unharmed, not even slightly injured.
Lin Yi guessed that the old beggar's strength had probably reached the level of a Spiritual Master.