Hu Zhou caught the saber Lu Zheng tossed over, assumed a stance, and then unleashed it.
As the first move was made and the saber's momentum rose, a shimmering moonlit tiger phantom emerged from the tip.
"Roar!"
Simultaneously, a low growl echoed, and blood Qi surged from Hu Zhou's body, along with a fierce aura that suddenly enveloped him.
"Demon Qi!"
Lu Zheng's eyes widened.
He had encountered many demons before and could certainly discern it.
This demon Qi was not only fierce and violent but also carried a bold and domineering presence, whipping up a fishy wind and an oppressive force that appeared out of nowhere, pressing down on Lu Zheng.
It was as if a real tiger had appeared, gazing around the world, with an aura that ruled over all.
Hu Zhou was this tiger.
