Instead of the tiger's head landing as expected, he was knocked to the ground.

"Aww!"

With a powerful roar, the saber-toothed tiger was enraged!

A pressure from a realm higher than Shang Yanting spread out with a tiger's roar, causing the faces of the group of late-stage martial arts disciples behind him to turn pale.

Martial arts master!

The information we gave earlier was wrong; this saber-toothed tiger's cultivation level has actually reached Martial Master!

Don't be fooled by the fact that Shang Yanting is almost a Martial Master; being almost a Martial Master and being a Martial Master are two different things.

The two were evenly matched just moments ago, but now Shang Yanting has lost ground. His longsword is pressed against the saber-toothed tiger's fangs, and the sword is deformed by the tiger's fangs, with fine cracks appearing on the blade.

The servants and examinees who went to help were immediately knocked away and trampled by the saber-toothed tiger, and the timid ones had already begun to flee for their lives.

"Brother Yanting!"

Song Yu'er shouted at him, her face full of worry, but she didn't move forward even half a step.

The young man named Mo Yun retreated in fear, a malicious glint in his eyes. What if Shang Yanting died now...?

While the people around him were all preoccupied with their own thoughts, Shang Yanting's aura suddenly changed.

He actually reached the Martial Master realm?!

Shang Moyun was shocked, but he quickly calmed down.

The saber-toothed tiger appeared to be at the mid-stage of Martial Master, while Shang Yanting looked to be only at the early stage. Even if he had advanced, he would still be no match for the saber-toothed tiger. To kill it, he would need a magic weapon of at least Radiant Gold quality, but the longsword he wielded was merely made of refined steel.

Moreover, a longsword that was almost broken could not possibly kill a saber-toothed tiger.

The surrounding examinees were fleeing in panic, and the servants that Shang Yanting brought were ready to risk their lives to hold off the saber-toothed tiger and buy their young master a chance to escape.

Just then, the situation suddenly changed.

Suddenly, the longsword in Shang Yanting's hand was enveloped in a burst of light. The steel-grade weapon seemed to have turned into radiant gold as he smoothly channeled his true energy into it and slashed at the saber-toothed tiger.