"So achieving this step is very simple for me!"
Hong Minghu: "..."
Afterward, he let out a long sigh.
"Meeting you, I've finally understood the feeling of powerlessness when one drifts aimlessly through the blue sky. Your talent is too terrifying."
While speaking, Hong Minghu took another deep look at the tiger shaped from the Inner Breath in Jiang Ning's hand.
The tiger in his hand was only palm-sized, about ten centimeters.
But it gave him a feeling of profound shock.
He knew deep down that just the burst of Inner Breath in Jiang Ning's hand could threaten his life and death.
This threat was not because Jiang Ning's Inner Breath was stronger than his, but because it was far ahead of him in terms of "technique".
The effect of the Divine Pattern in the white tiger bone was much stronger in Jiang Ning's hand than in his own.
