"The White Tiger Qi of the White Tiger Yao Saint is purer than that of the White Tiger Gang Ying."
"There is gain and loss."
Xu Xing tore off the sealing Talisman on the Jade Coffin and took out the corpse of the White Tiger Yao Saint.
As soon as the coffin was opened, a fierce and wild pressure surged out, ferociously assaulting Xu Xing, who stood quietly to the side.
Although the Yao Saint was dead, it was not to be slighted.
After countless tens of thousands of years, the corpse of the White Tiger Yao Saint had been weathered; the power of a Nascent Soul Daoist Lord had mostly faded, leaving only some residual might.
However, this residual might was not something ordinary people could withstand.
If Xu Xing had not been an extraordinary Returning Core Cultivator, this residual might could have overwhelmed him. At best, his Magic Power and strength would diminish; at worst, inner demons could arise, throwing his mind and vital pathways into disarray, ultimately causing death.
