As a master, Li focused on the hard power of Immortal Cultivation.
The methods of tiger hunting were very traditional, unlike someone else's off-the-field strategies.
At this moment, dawn had fully broken. Li Guanqi harnessed Spiritual Qi, and after driving the last wooden dart into the tiger's abdomen, he slid out from under it.
The cheap knife he had seized had long broken into two pieces, one lodged in a tree, the other chewed to bits by the tiger.
But none of that mattered because it was over.
Li Guanqi flipped his hand, took out the black peachwood plaque, and casually threw it towards the tiger's face.
The peachwood plaque glimmered with golden light and shattered into pieces at the moment of contact with the tiger's forehead, erupted by a surge of blood-colored Demon Qi.
The Spiritual Power contained within was exposed to the air but didn't disperse; instead, it transformed into strands of Spiritual Qi weaving their way into the tiger's body.
