How terrifying it was to think— this pale, seemingly weak youth, Yu Jingtian—would effortlessly slain a Mortal General-level Flame Tiger with a single slash of his blade.
Such power was beyond comprehension, even for someone like Xiao Ming, who, despite his incredible abilities, had no choice but to concede that this power was inexhaustible.
However, his physique was exceptional, and his aura concealment technique was so intricate that even Yu Jingtian's sharp senses couldn't detect him lurking nearby.
"Fanzhong, go gather the corpses of the Flame Tigers. We can decide what to do with them later," Yu Jingtian ordered coldly, his tone carrying an unsettling edge as he sensed something was amiss.
Yu Fanzhong, ever obedient and servile, wasted no time. He hurried to collect the carcasses of the fallen Flame Tigers, bringing them to Yu Jingtian with haste.
