The white tiger roared, its body suddenly growing larger, and immediately slammed towards the head of the late-stage Mahayana cultivator. Upon seeing this, the late-stage Mahayana cultivator vanished from the spot in an instant.
The next second, the cultivator in the late Mahayana stage appeared standing about a hundred meters away from where he had been standing.
"Kid, your spirit pet is quite powerful." The late-stage Mahayana cultivator said with a smug look.
Liu Xiaoyuan stopped wasting words with the man and immediately summoned a sword immortal in the late Nascent Soul stage to join forces with the White Tiger to see if the man and the beast could defeat the cultivator in the late Mahayana stage.
The cultivators who were at the late Mahayana stage were somewhat surprised to see that Liu Xiaoyuan's cultivation had suddenly increased to the late Nascent Soul stage.
However, it was merely a surprise, because even if Liu Xiaoyuan had reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, so what? He would still be no match for Liu Xiaoyuan's late stage Mahayana realm cultivation.
"Give it your all, White Tiger!" Liu Xiaoyuan said to White Tiger, hoping that he and White Tiger could defeat this late-stage Mahayana cultivator.
If all else fails, Liu Xiaoyuan will naturally have to summon an even more powerful cultivator from the God-level Invincible System in order to save his own life.
"Don't worry, Master. With me here, what can this guy do even if he's only at the late-stage Mahayana realm?" the White Tiger said proudly, completely disregarding cultivators at the late-stage Mahayana realm.
What Liu Xiaoyuan wanted was Bai Hu's attitude of treating the enemy as a paper tiger; only in this way could the enemy be defeated.
"Go!" Liu Xiaoyuan gave the order to the Blood Drinking Sword, which flew towards the late-stage Mahayana cultivator. At the same time, the White Tiger slapped down directly at the late-stage Mahayana cultivator.
The man and the tiger worked together, hoping to defeat this late-stage Mahayana cultivator.
When the late-stage Mahayana cultivator saw Liu Xiaoyuan and Baihu launching a pincer attack on him, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face. He thought to himself, "With such meager skills, you think you can fight me? You're just asking for death."
"Break!" The late-stage Mahayana cultivator immediately summoned his magic weapon, a long spear. This spear was pure white, as if it were made of ice.
After summoning the silver spear, it flew towards Liu Xiaoyuan's flying sword. When the Blood Drinking Sword touched the silver spear, it was like a child trying to outmuscle an adult; it was instantly forced back by the silver spear.
The cultivator in the late Mahayana stage immediately engaged the white tiger in combat, saying with a smile, "Then let me see the power of your spirit pet."
After exchanging a few blows with the late-stage Mahayana cultivator, Baihu realized that he really had no way to deal with this late-stage Mahayana cultivator.
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