A blow of tremendous force and momentum — yet the power and demon qi within it vanished in the end without a trace.

Shen Yi hovered in the heavens, meeting the Gold-Winged Nine-Striped Tiger's gaze.

Before him, a writing brush like a vast, heaven-reaching tree slowly appeared, and as he swept his sleeve—

the brush traced another arc through the empty air.

It settled upon that enormous tiger's claw, leaving it utterly unable to move, however it strained.

"Roar!"

When had the Gold-Winged Nine-Striped Tiger ever suffered such an indignity? A deafening tiger's roar rolled outward in every direction.

It very nearly shattered Tong Xinchuan's already-wilting spirit-soul.

Yet he still forced his eyes wide, staring fixedly at that brush in the air.

And at the endless killing-force that had welled up at some unnoticed moment — black as that same ink-stroke — settling across the surface of the earth in abstruse formation-glyphs.

Wreathed in that killing-force—

Shen Yi stood in the heavens, hands at his sides, gazing down at the cornered beast before him.

Not a trace of tension in his expression, as though everything were firmly within his grasp.

"..."

Honestly, even if Shen Yi had simply punched the Gold-Winged Nine-Striped Tiger into the ground, Tong Xinchuan would have found it easier to accept than the scene before him.

At their last meeting, the man had plainly been nothing but a brute who knew only raw force.

This present figure was utterly, thoroughly unfamiliar.

The formation he had laid was profound enough that even Tong Xinchuan couldn't entirely follow it.

And it could actually trap a genuine great demon emperor!

"Die, by This Emperor's hand!"

The Gold-Winged Nine-Striped Tiger spread her wings, streaming light surging and scattering from them, crashing down on the black killing-force all around in a sky-blotting torrent!

Even when dealing with Perfected Master Lingxi just now, she had used nothing but the strength of her demon body.

Which meant the fury in her heart had now risen past the point of restraint.

Yet every streak of light was intercepted by a perfectly placed stroke of…