Ow!
The invisible roar of an exotic beast faintly emanated from Wu Jin.
On his body, a massive purple tiger phantom formed, with a gaping mouth and fierce fangs, constantly roaring at Xia Ping.
Beside him, Lin Xian's forehead was covered in sweat.
Even though he was merely observing, Wu Jin did not target him, yet Lin Xian felt an overwhelming pressure.
He quickly sat down cross-legged, focused his mind, and a powerful martial Dao will suddenly rose, enveloping him and condensing into a small cluster.
Caught between the vast, majestic, and indomitable wills of Wu Jin and Xia Ping, it flickered, struggling to hold its ground.
"Hmph!"
Wu Jin snorted coldly, and the purple tiger phantom gathered on him roared and charged directly at Xia Ping.
This was a clash of martial Dao wills.
The martial Dao will trained by the three ancient martial families is different from ordinary martial artists.
