Chapter 61 Transforming into a Tiger Demon

Turning his head to look, they were all dressed in armor and holding swords and spears.

When they galloped closer, they spread out and surrounded the two of them. The silver-armored officer at the head shouted,"Stop it all! We've been ordered to arrest the rebels of the Xuantian Society. Surrender yourselves obediently!"

Taking advantage of the situation, Jiang Li shouted,"Generals, this man is a small leader of the Xuantian Society. Quickly help me capture this thief and avenge the examinees in the Tribute Academy!!"

Wang Qianyuan frowned tightly, swept a cold glance over everyone, and said,"I am Jiang... uh..." His divine soul suddenly shook as he was hit and interrupted by the soul power secretly released by Jiang Li.

There's a soul cultivator here!

It definitely couldn't be Jiang Li, that good-for-nothing. Then it could only be these Golden Guards!

Wang Qianyuan quickly said,"Everyone, please listen to my explanation. I'm..." His divine soul shook again.

Damn it!

Suddenly, one of the Golden Guards shouted,"Rebel, don't try to argue!"

With that, he clamped his legs around the horse's belly, charged forward on horseback, mobilized his spiritual power, swung his long spear, and the cold light on the spear tip was biting as he slashed it towards Wang Qianyuan's leg.

Wang Qianyuan dodged sideways, avoiding his spear. Then he stretched out his right arm, leaped up, grabbed his arm, and with a casual swing, threw him out.

Like a stone creating a thousand ripples, the armored guards shouted,"Go! Capture the rebel!" They all jumped off their horses one after another, their momentum bursting out as they surrounded Wang Qianyuan.

Although Wang Qianyuan was at the peak of the Martial Master realm, the cultivation levels of these Golden Guards were not low either.

The leading silver-armored guard was also at the peak of the Martial Master realm, and the rest were at various levels ranging from the peak of the Martial Warrior realm to the middle stage of the Martial Master realm.

Moreover, these people were all under Jiang Zhenting's command, and he couldn't afford to hurt them. It was just like a dog trying to bite a hedgehog, with no way to start.

Taking advantage of the situation, Jiang Li managed to break free. He was originally about to run away, but then he thought that if he gave Wang Qianyuan a chance to explain himself, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

So he simply stayed put, waiting for an opportunity to act and preparing to harass the other side properly later.

At this moment, Wang Qianyuan was surrounded by the armored guards. He was both angry and anxious in his heart, constantly dodging everyone's attacks while still shouting loudly:

"Everyone, please hold your hands! I'm really not from the Xuantian Society. I'm Jiang..." His divine soul was stabbed again, and his speech was interrupted.

But how could those armored guards listen to his explanations? One by one, their shouts of battle were deafening.

The silver-armored guard shouted,"I don't care if you're Jiang or something else! I'll capture you today!"

With his left hand, he swung a long knife, slashing out with a force that seemed to cut through the air.

Wang Qianyuan's eyes widened in anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged. Even a clay figurine has some temper, and being constantly interrupted like this, how could he not be furious?

He swept his leg to fend off a group of guards, then formed a fist with his right hand. There were several tiger shadows on the fist, looking majestic. With a loud roar of "Tiger Fierce Fist!", he charged towards the long knife of the silver-armored guard, accompanied by the sound of the wind being torn apart.

Clang!

Sparks flew in all directions.

The two of them were evenly matched. A burst of momentum spread out in all directions, kicking up a large cloud of dust. The armored guards were even blown backwards and couldn't get close to them.

Only a middle-stage Martial Master armored guard was left on the spot, but he could barely defend himself and couldn't launch an attack.

"How dare you, evil thief, fight back!" The silver-armored guard crouched down and growled.

Wang Qianyuan also said angrily,"You're blind! I'm actually..." Just as he said a sentence, his divine soul was stabbed again and interrupted once more. This time, it seemed to make Wang Qianyuan's steps falter.

Just at this moment, the silver-armored guard seized the opportunity. Clang!

He reached for his waist with his right hand, drew his mysterious sword, and with one direct thrust, stabbed towards Wang Qianyuan's dantian.

Taking advantage of the situation, the middle-stage Martial Master armored guard also thrust his long spear forward.

Wang Qianyuan mobilized his spiritual power to protect his whole body. A blue light glowed around him, and he stretched out his hands to both sides to resist.

Clang! Clang!

He was indeed one of Lady Wang's top servants. Surprisingly, he managed to block this wave of attacks. However, at this moment, his face was pale and he was sweating profusely.

He not only had to defend against the guards in front of him but also be on guard against that soul cultivator.

Crack!

There was a cracking sound as the direct thrust of the silver-armored guard pierced through the protective shield.

Wang Qianyuan loosened his hands and twisted his body violently, like a snake, narrowly dodging the fatal blow.

Puff!

The mysterious sword still sliced across the area below his ribs, drawing out several drops of hot blood.

The silver-armored guard didn't stop his offensive. He took advantage of the momentum, bent his knee, and thrust it towards Wang Qianyuan's face. At this moment, without the support of the shield, the long spear was pressing down.

"Ah!" With a shrill scream.

Wang Qianyuan's face was directly hit and he was sent flying backwards. In the process, he was stabbed by a guard, creating another bloody hole in his body.

Bang!

He landed on the ground and rolled over twice. At this moment, Wang Qianyuan was covered in blood, with his hair in disarray, looking extremely wretched and completely losing his previous calm and composed appearance.

The silver-armored guard didn't fare much better either. Just now, Wang Qianyuan's punch had pierced through the silver-armored guard's thigh when he attacked. Now, the silver-armored guard was also lying on the ground, clutching his leg, with a big bloody hole in it.

The long-spear-wielding guard fared even worse. The short sword that Wang Qianyuan had always worn as an ornament at his waist was drawn out and thrown towards the center of the guard's forehead in that split second. Accompanied by the sound of a tiger's roar and a mountain's echo, it directly pierced through him, and he fell to the ground, dead.

Wang Qianyuan propped himself up, his voice hoarse as he said coldly,"I'll give you a chance now. Hurry up and get lost. I'm not from the Xuantian... uh!" This time, the interference he suffered was far greater than the previous times, and his divine soul felt a sharp pain.

"Who! Who the hell is it!"

The armored guards looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what had gotten into Wang Qianyuan. Was he raving mad because he'd been beaten stupid?

The veins on Wang Qianyuan's forehead bulged. He opened his mouth, but his words were interrupted again and again. His expression was like that of a trapped beast, full of grievances and anger that had nowhere to go.

Jiang Li was secretly surprised. Although he was only at the initial stage of a Soul Master and hadn't launched the Soul Thrust with full force, just making the other party a bit dazed like this showed that Wang Qianyuan's resistance was rather strong.

Two of the guards stepped forward to help the silver-armored guard up. Although Wang Qianyuan seemed to be in a weakened state at the moment, the guards were actually not confident if they really had to fight him.

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes and thought to himself,"Why don't I take this opportunity to kill him completely and save myself from future troubles."

Having made up his mind, he summoned the Molì Sword, looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Wang Qianyuan.

He fanned the flames and said,"Generals, don't be afraid. This man is just lingering on his last breath. He's already exhausted and unable to defend himself. If we all attack together, we'll surely be able to capture him and take his head to claim the reward from the emperor!"

Perhaps this encouragement had an effect. The previously hesitant armored guards picked up their weapons and stared at Wang Qianyuan with unfriendly looks.

Wang Qianyuan glared at Jiang Li with a venomous look and said angrily,"Jiang Li! Stop talking nonsense!"

Taking advantage of the situation, the silver-armored guard shouted,"Brothers, attack!"

Hearing this, all the armored guards were instantly invigorated. They shouted in unison and rushed towards Wang Qianyuan like fierce wolves and tigers.

The momentum they had was truly surging and unstoppable.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone had drawn Wang Qianyuan's attention.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Jiang Li launched the Thousand Shadows Kill and shot out two darts, which rushed straight towards Wang Qianyuan's face, aiming to kill him.

Sensing the fierce attack, Wang Qianyuan rolled to the side with all his strength. The two darts just brushed past his scalp, cutting off two locks of his hair. Then, two more sounds of something cutting through the air rushed towards him along the ground. Wang Qianyuan's gaze sharpened. He mobilized his spiritual power and leaped upwards.

Who would have thought that the darts would change their course and go upwards.

Swish!

They directly cut off the part where his left foot's sole connected to his calf.

"Ah!"

The pain from this made Wang Qianyuan let out a shrill scream. The pain of losing a limb pierced through his heart.

He fell from the air and crashed to the ground.

The armored guards also pressed forward and swung their weapons down at him.

Although Wang Qianyuan was already seriously injured at this moment, he was unwilling to be captured. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he endured the pain of losing a limb.

Suddenly, he bent down and lay prone on the ground, gripping the ground tightly with both hands, his five fingers deeply embedded in the soil. His body began to tremble slightly at first, but in an instant, the trembling became more and more violent, as if the ground was shaking before an earthquake.

With this violent trembling, Wang Qianyuan's body expanded rapidly as if being inflated.

The clothes on his body were stretched taut, and the fabric made a "ripping" sound as if it couldn't bear the weight anymore. Then, like fragile paper, they were torn apart one after another, with pieces flying everywhere.

Beneath his skin, a crimson light began to flicker faintly, and then a layer of fine crimson hair slowly grew out.

Starting from his back, the hair spread like a thick growth of grass, extending along his spine all the way to the position of his tail.

The tail was also growing quietly. First, it was just a short fleshy protrusion, and then it quickly grew longer and thicker. Finally, it became a thick and powerful tiger tail covered with crimson hair. With a slight flick of the tip of the tail, it could stir up a whistling wind.

Meanwhile, astonishing changes were also taking place in his limbs.

The bones in his arms and legs made a "crack, crack" sound as they continuously grew thicker and longer.

The original human palms and soles gradually twisted and deformed, turning into huge tiger claws.

The changes in his head were even more astonishing. The contours of his face rapidly elongated, his mouth protruded forward, forming a large gaping maw, and sharp and thick fangs grew out one by one. His ears became pointed and long, standing upright.

And his eyes also changed from human eyes to the eyes of a tiger. The fierce light in those eyes was like two burning flames, making people tremble with fear just by looking at them.

"Roar!!! All of you are going to die!" With a deafening roar.

Jiang Li's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and his face was full of disbelief.

His heart suddenly contracted, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his head. In an instant, his mind went blank, leaving only one thought:[Red-blooded Tiger! Wang Qianyuan is actually a tiger demon. How did he transform into a human form when his cultivation level hasn't reached that of a Demon Saint?]

Everyone present was shocked and felt a shiver in their hearts.

How could they fight this?

With a sudden movement of his body, Wang Qianyuan bit off the head of an armored guard, pulling out blood threads, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

"Roar!"

There was another roar as he pounced on an armored guard, and his tiger claws directly tore open the guard's chest.

It was already very difficult for humans at the same realm to defeat demonic beasts, let alone when they were inferior to them.

Jiang Li thought even more about it:[Jiang Zhenting couldn't possibly tolerate a demonic beast right under his nose. He wandered around the Jiang Mansion every day. How could he not have been noticed? If he wasn't a demon, but what was happening in front of him couldn't be fake. Moreover, his cultivation level didn't match up either. This didn't make sense.]

"Ah!" There was another shrill scream. In the blink of an eye, only three of the seven Golden Guards were left, and the strongest one had already had one of his legs crippled.

Jiang Li thought to himself:"The situation is not good. It's not wise to stay here long. If I can't kill him, then so be it. It's good enough if the Golden Guards can hold him back for me. I'd better slip away first." He quietly backed away.

Suddenly, the hairs on his body stood on end, and a chill ran through his heart. Wang Qianyuan had his eyes on him.

His tiger eyes widened, glaring fiercely. He crushed the last armored guard under his feet into pieces. Then, he slightly bent his three paws, exerted a sudden burst of force, and leaped towards Jiang Li with his gaping maw wide open.

Jiang Li was terrified. Wang Qianyuan was coming on so fiercely, his speed was like an arrow. All he could see was a stream of red light getting closer and closer. He was going to kill him!

Suddenly, there was a noisy clamor of shouts and footsteps in the distance. It seemed that quite a number of people were coming towards them.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and their fighting movements subconsciously slowed down. They all turned their heads to look in the direction where the sound was coming from.

"Bang!"

(Note: One zhang = 3.3 meters)