Neither side was willing to show that they were weaker than the other. Their violent auras clashed together, an intense battle would break out at any moment.
"I also feel that it is a pity we are unable to kill people in the sacred academy. If not, I would surely enjoy the taste of white tiger's flesh." Qin Wentian spoke in a tone of ice. The more he looked at these white tigers, the more unpleasing to the eye he found them. The incomparably lofty golden-winged roc Jia Nantian might be arrogant, but he had a pride that belonged to his own. He disdained bullying people with lower cultivations and was completely unlike these lecherous and despicable white tigers. In the past, the white tigers acted against them and White-eye even directly injured him and insulted Nanfeng Yunxi and Nanfeng Shengge. Right now, their words were getting more and more brazen, they simply had no fear at all.