Li Chen saw Wang Xiong trying to escape, and a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He wasn't in a hurry to chase after him; instead, he watched Wang Xiong coldly with eyes like those of the Death God.
Only after Wang Xiong had fled dozens of miles did Li Chen suddenly strike out with his sword.
Being the Clan Leader of the Red Tiger Tribe, Wang Xiong was naturally not an ordinary person.
Though he fled with all his might, his attention never left Li Chen.
More specifically, his attention never left Li Chen's sword.
He knew perfectly well that this sword was as deadly as the Death God Scythe. Countless strong fighters from Jiuzhou and the Barbaric Lands had perished under its blade.
Therefore, when Li Chen swung his sword, Wang Xiong was immediately aware.
He promptly responded.
Wang Xiong first took out a magical treasure resembling a bone shield from his wide sleeves and threw it out forcefully.
"Clang!"
The bone shield collided with the Sword Intent in mid-air.
