The White Tiger people expert who was injured by Qin Wentian crawled up. His body reverted to his true form, an incomparably gigantic white tiger. He roared in a low voice as fresh blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, appearing extremely miserable. That earlier strike from Qin Wentian caused him to be heavily injured.
"Since you can't win, you want to gang up on me? Royalty of the demon race? " Qin Wentian stared at the experts of the White Tiger people in the surroundings, their baleful auras soaring up into the sky. The mocking expression on his face grew even more intense.
Many greater demons in the surroundings were taken aback by the earlier punch from Qin Wentian. The legendary saint-grade immortal foundation was truly tyrannical. After cleansing his body, his attack could actually directly suppress the experts of the White Tiger people.
"The White Tiger Race was actually humiliated by a lowly human." A mocking voice drifted over. It was another expert from the Tianpeng people.
"Shut up." A low-sounding voice rang out, only to see a demonic young man walking out from the White Tiger people. He stood in the center of the White Tiger people and when he walked out, the other white tigers all stood on his left and right, like a king among kings.
His gaze swept over, staring at the Tianpeng people as he coldly spoke, "If you Tianpeng people want to experience it, I can accompany you to play."
"Bai Mou, you are the royalty of the White Tiger Race. If you want to fight, my Tianpeng people will naturally send people to accompany you. Right now, it is the humans who humiliated your White Tiger people, not my Tianpeng people." The voice of the Tianpeng people was sharp, clearly knowing that the young man who spoke was extremely impatient.
The Sky Roc Race and White Tiger Race were both powerful demonic races in the western regions of the immortal realms. Their strength was shocking and the White Tiger Race was known as the king of demons. But even so, there was still a royal race within the White Tiger Race, known as the king of kings. It was like how the Southern Phoenix Clan had many holy maidens, but there was also a Holy Successor among the holy maidens.
The royal clan of the White Tiger people had king-grade pure-bloods.
The demon race was different from humans. They valued their bloodline very much. The purer a demon's bloodline, the more terrifying their potential.
Within the demon race, they categorized the demonic bloodlines like immortal-foundation, mortal, king-grade, and saint-grade. There were six tiers and the reason why the demon race could produce so many more members was because they had diluted the pure-blooded bloodlines of their ancestors. The White Tiger people all had pure white tiger bloodlines, but the purity of their bloodlines was different. For those of the royal bloodline, the purity of their bloodlines was extremely high, they had king-grade bloodlines.
Naturally, as royalty of the demonic races, even if the White Tiger people only had a pure-blooded mortal-grade bloodline, they were still incomparable to ordinary humans. Their bloodline was the royal bloodline, and was even more valuable compared to the king-grade immortal-foundation of many humans like Wu Xiu. And for the royal-grade demonic races with a king-grade bloodline, they were truly extremely terrifying. The value of their bloodline was close to the saint-grade immortal-foundation of humans.
As for the royal-grade demonic races with a saint-grade bloodline, up till now, there had never been any news of any demon race having one. If one was born with a saint-grade bloodline, they would naturally be the absolute leader of the demon race.
As for that Bai Mou, he was from the royal clan of the White Tiger people and had a pure-blooded king-grade bloodline. His cultivation base was at the sixth-level of immortal-foundation and the immortal-foundation he established was also a king-grade immortal-foundation. Not only that, it was a fifth-tier king-grade immortal-foundation that was close to perfection.
"Shut your mouth then." Bai Mou calmly glanced at the experts from the Tianpeng people. His calm voice was filled with an intense baleful aura. When he stepped out, the other experts from the White Tiger people all retreated, standing to the left and right of him.
Bai Mou didn't even look at Qin Wentian. Instead, he turned his gaze to the other two battlefields, the one where Namhwang Yunxi and Nanfeng Shengge were fighting.
Namhwang Yunxi was as expected of the Holy Successor, she had already completely injured her opponent. The flames radiating from her body were terrifying, and the phoenix ancestor of the Namhwang Clan had an extremely pure bloodline. That ancestral phoenix had bestowed upon Namhwang Yunxi an extraordinary phoenix bloodline. Her wings were like true phoenix feathers, and the innate techniques she unleashed contained boundless might. From the start to the end, she suppressed her opponent until they were heavily injured.
Even the picturesque beauty Nanfeng Shengge was extremely powerful in combat. She wasn't at a disadvantage when fighting against her opponent. The holy maiden of the Namhwang Clan, Nanfeng Shengge, who fought against Namhwang Yunxi for the position of Holy Successor back then, had a comprehension ability that wasn't inferior to Namhwang Yunxi. Even when fighting against the experts from the White Tiger people, she wasn't inferior at all.
"Retreat." Bai Mou spoke. A moment later, that young man from the White Tiger people let out a thunderous roar as he retreated. His malevolent countenance was filled with baleful qi.
Three battles, two were lost, and the last one was a draw.
Before this, the White Tiger people were so arrogant, looking down on the human Wu Xiu, wanting Qin Wentian to become a mount for them, wanting Namhwang Yunxi and Nanfeng Shengge to bear the children of their White Tiger people. But from the looks of things now, these White Tiger people were too arrogant. They couldn't even defeat their opponents, yet they still dared to call their opponents lowly humans.
"Ai, how shameful." Little Rascal leaped onto Purgatory's shoulder as his childish voice rang out. Purgatory glanced at Little Rascal but didn't say anything.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. These three humans are already extraordinary. Before this, Qin Wentian's astral souls and immortal-foundation were both unrivalled. Nobody in the immortal realms can compare to Wu Xiu. What's so shameful about an ordinary member of our White Tiger people losing to him? Namhwang Yunxi is also the Holy Successor of the Namhwang Clan and is an extremely powerful character among humans in the immortal realms. If it was the Tianpeng people or other demonic races, their ending would most probably be the same as well."
Bai Mou's voice was cold and filled with arrogance. After that, the expressions of the White Tiger people behind him eased up a little. Bai Mou's words weren't wrong. It was just that they had underestimated their opponents earlier, underestimating Wu Xiu who stood at the peak of the human race. In reality, these three humans all had extraordinary statuses.
Bai Mou's cold and arrogant eyes swept out in all directions. Those demons who faced him didn't even dare to look into his eyes. That pair of terrifying eyes seemed to contain a fearsome baleful aura. Just a single glance from him was enough to affect the hearts and minds of others.
After that, Bai Mou's eyes landed on Qin Wentian as he spoke, "You were disrespectful to us White Tiger people, I should kill you. However, your cultivation base is too weak. If I directly kill you, using the words of you humans, it would seem that I'm bullying the weak. Receive an attack from me. If you can survive, consider it your luck."
"Despicable." Namhwang Yunxi berated. "As a White Tiger royalty, you have the pure-blooded king-grade bloodline and your cultivation base is at the sixth-level of immortal-foundation, three levels higher than us. What a terrifying disparity is this? You actually have the cheek to make such a request? Simply shameless."
In the immortal-foundation realm, if two people had the same level of talent, the disparity between each level was something that couldn't be made up for. Let alone a difference of three levels, it was simply like the difference between the heavens and the earth.
In addition, Bai Mou was a White Tiger royalty. As the Holy Successor of the Namhwang Clan, she had the bloodline of the ancient phoenix. She naturally knew how terrifying the royal bloodlines of demon kings were.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that if this Bai Mou was at the same level as her, he would be even more terrifying compared to her, the Holy Successor.
"ROAR!"
As the sound of Namhwang Yunxi's voice faded, Bai Mou let out a thunderous roar. The Shadow of the White Tiger Demon King appeared as baleful qi engulfed everything in all directions. Namhwang Yunxi used her wings to wrap around her body as rumbling sounds rang out. She was actually forced back by the impact. Not only her, the people around Bai Mou were all forced back as well.
Purgatory and Little Rascal's countenances drastically changed as they hurriedly retreated. The target of the baleful qi was none other than Qin Wentian. From this, one could very well imagine how much pressure Qin Wentian was under right now.
"BOOM!" Bai Mou stepped out, stomping on the ground. His physique grew incomparably sturdy as a gigantic white tiger appeared behind him. In the center of his brows, the 'king' character shimmered with a towering might, enveloping this entire space. At this instant, Qin Wentian felt countless baleful qi gushing into his body, wanting to destroy him.
Only to see a boundless divine glow radiating from Qin Wentian, akin to a divine body, exuding a solemn and dignified aura. Behind him, a supreme body actually manifested, identical to him. That was the true-self law body he condensed. The light from the true-self law body enveloped his true body, causing it to glow with a resplendent light.
Within the boundless baleful qi storm, Qin Wentian saw Bai Mou's white tiger true body stepping over. He was like a true god of death, capable of slaughtering all existences.
Demon kings were royalty of the White Tiger people, kings among kings.
"BOOM!" Another thunderous boom rang out. Bai Mou lifted his fist and punched out. In an instant, countless terrifying claw marks engulfed the area, enveloping the entire space. There was basically no way for Qin Wentian to escape, he could only clash head-on.
Qin Wentian released his perfect saint-grade immortal-foundation, manifesting countless diagrams that manifested the Shadow of the True Hou. God's Hand shone with resplendent light. Qin Wentian actually didn't adopt a defensive stance, nor did he take out an immortal-ranked weapon. He actually chose to clash head-on with Bai Mou.
Everything happened in the time it takes for sparks to fly off a piece of flint. God's Hand clashed against Qin Wentian's attack, the white tiger and the True Hou clashed against each other, causing the entire space to turn chaotic. Sand and gravel flew about as huge boulders on the ground crumbled apart. Mountains were split apart from the center, turning into dust.
"BANG!"
Qin Wentian's attack was broken apart. Bai Mou's attack contained boundless demonic might, containing boundless might. The baleful qi gushed into his body, wanting to destroy everything. Qin Wentian groaned in misery as he retreated, slamming into a huge boulder behind him, causing it to explode. When he finally stopped, he only felt his blood and qi churning wildly, the baleful qi in his body was still wreaking havoc.
"Qin Wentian!" Only now did Namhwang Yunxi react. That baleful qi earlier was too terrifying, it felt like she would be annihilated by it if she rushed into the battlefield. Rushing to the side of Qin Wentian, Namhwang Yunxi's beautiful eyes flashed with a trace of worry.
"Don't worry." Qin Wentian spoke in a low voice. He stared at the tyrannical Bai Mou as he spoke, "White Tiger Demon King, you are merely so-so."
The look in Bai Mou's eyes was extremely terrifying, he was still staring fixedly at Qin Wentian. The white tiger beside him stepped out, its countenance malevolent as though it wanted to tear Qin Wentian into pieces.
"Halt." Bai Mou coldly spoke. A moment later, those experts from the White Tiger people halted their steps. He was still staring at Qin Wentian as he spoke, "Your courage isn't bad, and your strength is strong as well. It's rare for such a powerful character to appear. Wu Xiu, I will spare your life. But if you dare to offend the prestige of our White Tiger people again, I will definitely make you pay the price."
"Shameless boasting." Qin Wentian coldly spoke. "You are at the sixth-level of immortal-foundation, a demon king of the White Tiger people. If I were you, I would definitely annihilate your entire clan."
Bai Mou narrowed his eyes when he heard Qin Wentian's disrespectful words. His baleful qi gushed forth once more, terrifying to the extreme.
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