Hearing Wen Yan's words, long-forgotten memories surged vividly in Hu Yuan's mind, and the things that person said to him back then seemed to echo in his ears once more.
He felt the character on his forehead being taken away—it was even more hopeless than being crushed by a Martial Artist just a moment ago.
He'd rather die, rather die at Wen Yan's hands, rather accept any other outcome than have this title stripped from him; even less did he want to die at the hands of a Martial Artist he despised the most.
In a flash, Hu Yuan let out a low growl, and his body began to shrink.
The massive tiger kept shrinking, as if his whole body—everything about him—was being twisted and drawn out along with the character Wen Yan was stripping away.
If he couldn't stop it, he would rather have everything taken away with that character.
Soon, there was a one-foot-tall Tiger Stone Carving in Wen Yan's palm.
