The Second Prince sneered when he saw the other man rush at him. Magnus suddenly felt alarmed. He quickly extended his tiger tail to one side, lashing out in that direction.
This was his trump card, something he had refined into a magic weapon ever since he was young. It wasn't inferior to the best heaven-grade weapon and could even temporarily reach the power of immortal-grade. Even a grandmaster would be seriously injured from his strike.
Pa!
A loud and crisp noise rang out. Magnus screamed loudly and jumped while clutching his butt. His vicious tail already had a chunk of its flesh ripped out, dripping with blood. If not for his hard work refining that part, it might have already been torn off.
A strange and ugly person with only a few sparse patches of hair on his head cracked open a grin, revealing his sharp, pitch-black teeth.
