Soul Land 5: The Rebirth of Tang San

Chapter 186: The Power of the Golden Holy Fire

Although demonic beasts lacked intelligence, their survival instincts were strong. Confronted by an unbeatable opponent, the beast knew that disaster was looming and opted to flee.

"Thinking of running away?" Song Junhou had already flared up in genuine anger. Having grievously wounded the Winged Tiger, how could he let it escape?

Winged Tigers, after all, were excellent sprinters. If it managed to open up some distance, he would be hard pressed to catch it afterward.

The Winged Tiger barely managed to gather the Wind Astral again. It immediately flapped its wings and prepared to soar into the sky.

At that moment, the Golden Holy Fire behind Song Junhou exploded. It propelled him forward like a cannonball, and it instantly caught up with the Winged Tiger. His claws fiercely grabbed the wings of the eighth-order demonic beast, and the Golden Holy Fire once more erupted in a blaze.

The Golden Holy Fire that was already burning inside the Winged Tiger’s wounds suddenly surged, almost instantly invading its body. Song Junhou's eyes shone with golden light as the fierce golden flames swept downward, suppressing the Winged Tiger and smashing it directly to the ground.

The Golden Holy Fire on the Winged Tiger burned even more intensely, turning it into a massive golden fireball. It screamed continuously, but it was utterly unable to break free.

Tang San had drawn closer, and he couldn't help but be shocked by the scene before him. The power of the eighth-order Winged Tiger was not anything to scoff at, but it could not even contend against the Golden Holy Fire. Moreover, he could feel that the Golden Holy Fire burning on the Winged Tiger was fueled not by Song Junhou’s energy, but by the tiger’s own body and bloodline power. The Golden Holy Fire had ignited the bloodline of the Winged Tiger, and it was burning more and more fiercely.

A moment later, an even more bizarre scene unfolded: Song Junhou absorbed these burning golden flames. Under Tang San’s astonished gaze, his previously depleted physical strength and bloodline power were recovering rapidly.

Oh, so the Golden Holy Fire can do something like this? What a unique and powerful ability! Truly befitting of a golden bloodline!

However, Tang San also felt pangs of regret; if he allowed it to burn like this, all the valuable parts of the eighth-order Winged Tiger would be incinerated.

Previously, Song Junhou had not done this; obviously, he was also unwilling to ruin his own profits. But now, with a powerful enemy lurking in the shadows, he could no longer afford to be frugal. He directly used this powerful ability of the Golden Holy Fire, allowing himself to recover to his peak.

The intense golden flames blazed, and the screams of the eighth-order Winged Tiger beneath him weakened.

Just then, the earth-shattering roar of a tiger suddenly rang out.

Hearing this roar, the Winged Tiger suppressed by Song Junhou suddenly let out a roar in response, perhaps in a final burst of strength, and the golden flames wrapping it burst outward. A dazzling cyan light burst out from within it, forcibly pushing Song Jun away.

The golden lion transformed by Song Junhou shimmered in its eyes, revealing a trace of surprise as it gazed upward into the sky.

The eighth-order Winged Tiger scorched by the Golden Holy Fire seemed to have expended its last breath of life, and it was now lying prostrate and weakened on the ground, on the verge of death.

Meanwhile, the other two seventh-order Winged Tigers also heard the deafening roar, but their reaction was very different. They showed no sign of fleeing; instead, they launched a crazy, all-out assault. Their Wind Astrals exploded forward, turning the tides and forcing the Ironback Ape and the Cat Demon to retreat continuously, barely holding their ground with Mei Gongzi's support.

The sky seemed to darken in an instant, and the next moment, the wind element in the air suddenly intensified... and the gusts of wind carried a bloody scent as they swept through the forest.

Then, something even more terrifying happened.

Loud tiger roars resounded, clearly not from just one Winged Tiger. The piercing howls made the valley seem alive and filled with madness.

Song Junhou's face changed drastically, and without hesitation, he bellowed, "Quick, break through!"

As it spoke, Song Junhou lunged without hesitation toward the seventh-order Winged Tiger in front of the Cat Demon. The dazzling Golden Holy Fire formed into a lion's paw, swatting the Winged Tiger and wounding it grievously. He followed up with a leap and his tail swept across, striking the other seventh-order Winged Tiger. In perfect coordination, the Ironback Ape smashed the tiger with its rod, breaking apart the tiger’s Wind Astral and its shoulder in one go.

But at this moment, they could no longer afford to continue attacking the two seventh-order Winged Tigers. Without a moment of hesitation, the seven-member team turned and ran away, led by Song Junhou.

Meanwhile, Tang San had already concealed himself in the canopy of a large tree, using the Discerning Eye of Heaven to hide his aura, ensuring that not even a trace of it was detectable.

A massive Winged Tiger flew swiftly into the sky, heading straight toward where Song Junhou's team was retreating. Moreover, Winged Tigers from all directions converged, all pursuing Song Junhou and his team.

Tang San's mouth twitched slightly. He realized that he might have gone too far.

He had released a drop of his blood in order to spread his own aura around, aiming to attract the Winged Tiger King, who considered him an enemy.

The last time, they had killed the Winged Tiger King's mate, and with both mate and child dead, the impact on the Winged Tiger King was imaginable.

Under Zhang Haoxuan's onslaught, the Winged Tiger King was injured and forced to retreat. However, remembering an enemy's scent, aura, and other characteristics was a natural ability for these mighty beasts. The moment Tang San released his blood and aura, he was almost immediately detected.

Through the use of the Discerning Eye of Heaven and the control of his mighty spiritual power, Tang San had released this aura toward Song Junhou.

The Golden Holy Fire protected Song Junhou. As soon as the blood got close to him, it was naturally incinerated, but Tang San’s aura had already infiltrated.

This was Tang San's gift to the Golden Lion Dog.

But even Tang San hadn't anticipated that this time, the Winged Tiger King wouldn't just come for revenge by himself, but rather call upon all the Winged Tigers in the area to join the battle. Indeed, he might have gone too far!

No matter how fast Song Junhou and its team ran, could they outpace the Winged Tigers, adept in wind element control and with literal wings on their backs? Getting out of this situation was not going to be easy.

After a brief moment of surprise, however, Tang San regained his composure. He wasn't overly concerned about the safety of the Beauty and the Beasts team. After all, Song Junhou indeed had some skill, as a member of a golden bloodline. As evident from the strength he had just displayed, even in a one-on-one fight with the Winged Tiger King, it might not win, but he wouldn't lose either. The only issue was the previous exhaustion.

Moreover, there was Mei Gongzi. The fact that Mei Gongzi could face five eighth-order Peacock Demon elites so calmly suggested that she could confront ninth-order powerhouses. Tang San was watching secretly anyway and he would assist her at a critical moment, ensuring her safety.

Finally, Tang San’s master was also watching from the sidelines, and Tang San knew that he would intervene if necessary. So rather than worrying about solving this situation, Tang San’s worry was dealing with the numerous Winged Tiger corpses; disposing of them might not be easy!

In this brief moment, dozens of Winged Tigers had flown past, all at least at the seventh order, with several being eighth-order. Led by the Winged Tiger King, they pursued relentlessly.

Tang San descended from the sky next to the two injured seventh-order Winged Tigers lying on the ground. They had at most twenty percent of their combat strength left, and at this moment, this was the safest spot in the area; the Winged Tigers who were in peak shape were going after their enemies.