Tiger of Wrath!
Mu Qingge retracted her step and thought to herself, 'The Tiger of Wrath you're talking about, is it the fierce beast nearly as famous as you?'
'Hah~! I am the Ancestor of Fierce Beasts. The Tiger of Wrath is still a bit lacking compared to me. However, the presence of these two spirits is weak. I suppose they aren't the true bodies. If they were... heh heh...' Hou laughed gleefully, "today might be your end."
'Thanks for the warning. Anyway, if I die, you'll be buried with me. No loss.' Mu Qingge retorted with a faint sarcasm.
A certain prideful rabbit huffed coldly and fell silent.
With Hou's warning, Mu Qingge became more cautious. She stepped forward, and as she landed between the two ice sculptures of the Tiger of Wrath, a sudden ice-blue light shot out in a line between them, aiming at her.
Mu Qingge quickly pulled her leg back, retreated to the side, and the others followed suit, avoiding the attack.
