The sudden emergence of the ferocious tiger shocked everyone, and at that instant, Qiu Wucheng's old face looked incredibly grim. If he wasn't mistaken, this was the power of the sacred beast. How could such a young kid possess so many things?
"Kid, you're quite lucky. This power of the sacred beast isn't even possessed by those ancient figures who founded sects. Now that it's on you, haven't the Sacred Beast Clan caused you trouble?"
As the White Tiger's Secret appeared in the air, Qiu Wucheng's icy expression changed into a smirking look, which seemed particularly strange in the tense, confrontational atmosphere among the people.
"That hasn't happened, at least no one has been able to take this thing from my hands."
"Oh?"
Qiu Wucheng opened his mouth but didn't speak, his thoughts started to spin. How come those elderly folks from the Sacred Beast Clan have become so easy to deal with?
