"Bang!"

With a loud noise, Lu Qiulong and the fierce tiger separated. Both man and beast had severely injured hands, with not a single intact hand between them.

"Roar!"

A low growl emanated from the fierce tiger's mouth. Although it was injured, it still had the strength to fight. It stood protectively in front of Lu Qiulong, glaring fiercely at Chen Mobai, who was walking step by step across the lake.