Chapter 158: The Art of Sword Flight!

The little white tiger bared its teeth, its fur standing on end, and from time to time it let out a low growl like a cat's meow. At first glance, it looked very cute.

Yet in such a tragic situation, the little tiger's roar seemed so feeble and pitiful.

Ye Yuan's heart trembled for no reason, as if he saw his former self.

"Ye Yuan, can we save that white tiger? Look at that little white tiger, it's really pitiful." At this moment, Nanfeng Zhirou's voice rang in Ye Yuan's ears.

Ye Yuan turned to look, and saw that Nanfeng Zhirou was already in tears. Clearly, she was moved by the white tiger's deep maternal love.

In this situation, it would obviously be best to let the white tiger and the Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python fight until both were injured, but Ye Yuan simply couldn't do it.

Ye Yuan said nothing more, only nodded slowly. He took out the Canghua Sword and said to Nanfeng Zhirou, "The weakness of the Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python is that seven-colored flower. Here, we have a commanding view, perfect for a sneak attack. I'll go down and lure it over here; you watch for the chance and kill it in one strike!"

Nanfeng Zhirou nodded vigorously. By now, she bore a deep grudge against that python.

At this moment, the black python and the white tiger were locked in fierce battle. The white tiger was repeatedly thwarted, yet it refused to retreat a single step.

The white tiger was already at the end of its strength, holding on only by a stubborn obsession, refusing to fall.

The black python seized an opening, suddenly shooting forward, aiming straight for the white tiger's lower jaw.

The white tiger's movements could no longer keep up with the black python. If that bite landed, the white tiger would surely die!

Just then, a flash of white light streaked like lightning toward the black python's face.

This was too abrupt; the black python had no time to react. The white light struck its eye directly.

"Chi."

The black python's eye instantly became a bloody mess.

With a piercing scream of agony, the black python writhed on the ground in pain. Its massive body twisted continuously, its tail thrashing wildly, extremely aggressive.

Even Ye Yuan dared not rush in recklessly at this moment. Instead, he glanced at the dying white tiger.

The white tiger's gaze also turned to Ye Yuan, filled with gratitude.

Seeing the black python injured, the little white tiger mustered its courage and came to its mother's side, licking her wounds with its small tongue. It whimpered from time to time, clearly grief-stricken.

But this scene did not last long. The black python finally recovered from the pain and let out an ugly hiss, indicating it was now in a state of rage.

The black python fixed its remaining eye on Ye Yuan, staring intently. Ye Yuan, smiling, looked back at it and even beckoned with his finger, his expression full of contempt.

Enraged, the Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python vanished with a "whoosh."

Ye Yuan was prepared and naturally wouldn't fall for its sneak attack.

With a similar flash, Ye Yuan disappeared from his spot, and the black python struck empty air.

"Stupid snake, I'm over here!" Ye Yuan beckoned to the black python again from another spot.

As if understanding Ye Yuan's words, the Seven-Colored Flowing Cloud Python charged at him again without hesitation.

Ye Yuan's movement technique was not much slower than the python's, and he dodged again.

After repeating this twice, the next time Ye Yuan dodged, the python would enter the ambush spot where Nanfeng Zhirou lay in wait.

Nanfeng Zhirou was also sharpening her blade, her eyes fixed on the seven-colored flower at the python's vulnerable spot.

Ye Yuan flashed into the ambush zone. Just as he was about to provoke the python again and Nanfeng Zhirou was about to strike, the black python actually hesitated!

"Damn it, this black python is so cunning; it's actually suspicious of my actions!" Ye Yuan cursed inwardly.

He flicked the Canghua Sword, sending out another sword light. But the prepared black python wouldn't be hit so easily; it slid aside and dodged.

Yet after dodging, the black python still didn't come this way.

A bad feeling surged in Ye Yuan's heart. Sure enough, the black python suddenly turned and dashed toward the white tiger!

"Damn it!" Ye Yuan cursed under his breath, raised his sword, and chased after it.

Nanfeng Zhirou had lain in ambush for so long, only for the black python to run off. She was quite frustrated.

But now there was little point in staying hidden. With a swift step, she also gave chase.

This black python was exceptionally cunning. Although its back was now turned to Ye Yuan, it swayed back and forth, making it impossible to aim. Ye Yuan sent out several sword energies in succession, but the python dodged them all.

In the blink of an eye, the black python was only a dozen zhang from the white tiger—a distance it could cover in an instant.

The white tiger was now on its last legs. The fierce energy from before had faded, and it could no longer muster any strength.

It was no match for the black python to begin with, and after being bitten several times, it was not only covered in wounds but also deeply poisoned. How could it still have the strength to resist?

Seeing the black python pounce, the white tiger's eyes showed despair. Its gaze fell on the little tiger beside it, filled with reluctance and helplessness.

The little white tiger, however, was not as afraid as before. Instead, it bared its teeth and claws at the black python, putting on a fierce show. Its spirit was strong, but it was far too weak.

Seeing this, Nanfeng Zhirou grew frantic. She shot out sword light after sword light, but her attacks were far weaker than Ye Yuan's. Even when a few struck the black python, they were barely a tickle.

Ye Yuan knew there was no time. He gritted his teeth and thought, "I have no choice but to use this move! Little white tiger, if I miss, don't blame me!"

Muttering to himself, Ye Yuan gently tossed the Canghua Sword into the air, then formed a sword gesture with both hands, pointing at the sword.

A surge of soul force, mixed with yuan power, flowed from his fingertips and penetrated the Canghua Sword!

And so, the Canghua Sword hung suspended in the air!

"The Art of Sword Flight! Go!"

Ye Yuan pointed with one hand, and the Canghua Sword turned into a streak of light with a "whoosh," stabbing straight at the black python!

As if sensing something, the black python slowed its charge toward the little tiger, but its body swayed and twisted even more violently, becoming even harder to predict!

The Canghua Sword was even faster than the sword light Ye Yuan had sent earlier, yet even so, this strike missed.

The black python let out another ugly hiss, as if declaring victory over Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan's face darkened, but he pulled his fingers back. The Canghua Sword swiftly arced through the air and once again turned into a streak of light shooting toward the black python.

This time, because the sword was too close, and the black python hadn't expected the sword to return, it was caught off guard and pierced clean through by Ye Yuan!

"Sss..."

The black python writhed on the ground in pain again, but it did not die immediately.

This strike had not hit a vital spot!

"Senior Sister, go and finish it off!" Ye Yuan shouted through gritted teeth.

With a clang, the Canghua Sword fell to the ground. Ye Yuan slumped down, completely exhausted.

Nanfeng Zhirou snapped back to reality and quickly danced her sword forward to deliver the final blow.

But before she could get close, the black python's tail swept toward her, nearly hitting her.

Nanfeng Zhirou grew anxious. She hadn't expected the black python to be so tenacious; for a moment, she couldn't get near!

Just then, a flash of white light streaked by...