White Tiger Asura Transformation

"Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger?"

What kind of Soul Beast was that? Wang Xiaofeng searched through every memory he had of Soul Beasts, yet couldn't find a single name that matched. Zhao Wuji also said he had never heard of such a Soul Beast.

That did not stop Zhao Wuji from killing the Soul Beast before him. It had dared to hurt his beloved students. Unforgivable.

"Second Soul Skill, Vajra Palm."

Empowered by Zhao Wuji's Soul Saint-level Soul Power, the soul skill provided by a Century Soul Ring erupted with unimaginable force.

A palm ten meters wide pressed down on the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger. The huge black tiger now looked like an insect caught in a giant's hand.

The Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger tried to flee. It had already realized that it had provoked someone it should not have, but no matter how it unleashed its Soul Power, the Soul Saint-level pressure pinned it down so tightly that it could not move.

"Boom!"

After a thunderous crash, a deep palm-shaped crater appeared in the ground.

Still in his Martial Soul Avatar state, Ma Hongjun secretly glanced over and was immediately frightened by the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger's miserable state. Blood was gushing from its entire body, and two of its legs were bent at unnatural angles.

"That's way too brutal. One Second Soul Skill reduced it to this state. I believe Teacher Zhao was just playing with us before," Ma Hongjun muttered.

"This is too strange. Why would there be a Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger with a thousand-year cultivation here?" Dai Mubai scratched his head. Seeing everyone's puzzled looks, he explained.

"The Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger is a mutated Vajra Tiger. It possesses a rather evil innate talent: by killing Soul Beasts, it can absorb their blood to increase its cultivation. That's why Bloodthirsty Berserk Tigers above a thousand years old generally do not exist. Tiger packs kill them as soon as they are born."

As Dai Mubai spoke, his eyes suddenly lit up. Right, didn't this fit the age limit for his Soul Ring? And it was a mutated Vajra Tiger too. Maybe it could provide an even stronger enhancement skill.

Seeing Zhao Wuji preparing to punch the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger to death, Dai Mubai hurriedly shouted, "Teacher Zhao, spare it!"

Zhao Wuji's fist stopped just short of the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger's head. If Dai Mubai had been any slower, he could forget about this Soul Ring.

Dai Mubai told Zhao Wuji his reasons. Zhao Wuji carefully examined the tiger and found that it did meet the requirements for Dai Mubai's Third Soul Ring. However, he could only determine that its cultivation was below two thousand years; he could not tell the exact number.

"Mubai, do you really want this Soul Beast as your Soul Ring? I can't quite determine its exact cultivation," Zhao Wuji said helplessly, rubbing his head.

"Teacher, don't worry. I'm sure this Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger is around sixteen hundred years old." Dai Mubai touched his nose guiltily and assured Zhao Wuji.

Of course, he could not determine its exact cultivation. He could only estimate from his understanding of tiger-type Soul Beasts that it was likely between sixteen hundred and two thousand years old.

He had lied to Zhao Wuji earlier. Otherwise, how could Zhao Wuji possibly agree to let him absorb this Soul Ring?

Since childhood, he had soaked in all sorts of Medicinal Baths to strengthen his body. Over the past few months, spurred on by Wang Xiaofeng, his physique had improved greatly as well. He had the foundation needed to absorb a Soul Ring beyond his limit.

Besides, if he did not absorb this Soul Ring, how could he surpass that brother who was seven years older than him?

Dai Mubai clenched his fists, and Zhao Wuji could only agree to let him absorb the Soul Ring.

As the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger watched the weak human approach, the red glow in its eyes flared brightly, and blood-red Soul Power suddenly surged from its entire body.

"Mubai, be careful! It's going all out!"

Oscar shouted from the side, looking especially excited.

A one-on-one battle with a thousand-year Soul Beast was not something one usually got to see.

"I have a Purple Calabash, I have a Red Calabash." The two Soul Rings on Wang Xiaofeng's body lit up as he immediately pushed his First Soul Skill to its limit. Of course, his Second Soul Skill maintained its original enhancement.

The powerful boost instantly raised Dai Mubai's strength by a whole level.

The strength of Wang Xiaofeng's soul skill enhancements depended on how much Soul Power he put into them. Normally, he kept everyone's boosts at around one-third strength.

Since Dai Mubai was about to risk his life, Wang Xiaofeng naturally would not hold back. Besides, no one else could tell the exact amount of damage absorbed by his First Soul Skill.

"Xiaofeng, thanks." Dai Mubai gave him a thumbs-up with his right hand.

"Now we'll see whether Mubai can defeat the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger. If he can't, then even if he forcibly absorbs the Soul Ring, there's an eighty percent chance he won't survive it."

Zhao Wuji pulled the other three aside, clearing space for the man and tiger.

The Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger began using its innate ability, burning its own blood and Soul Power. It could not only raise its attributes, but also gain powerful regenerative abilities and become immune to pain.

Watching the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger's condition improve, Dai Mubai knew he could not wait any longer. If he could not kill it before it fully recovered, then he would be the one to fall.

"First Soul Skill, White Tiger Barrier."

The first Soul Ring on Dai Mubai's body immediately radiated a pale yellow light. A barrier began to form before him, while his body gradually swelled.

"Awoo!" The Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger let out a roar and lunged fiercely at Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai dropped down with the motion, avoiding its pounce. He slammed his right hand into the ground, using the force to spin his body, then slashed hard with the tiger claw on his left hand, leaving three bloody marks across the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger's stomach.

The Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger felt a burst of pain in its abdomen and immediately flew into a rage. How dare such a weak human injure it?

Its tail lashed out like a steel whip, striking Dai Mubai heavily before he could react.

Dai Mubai was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through two large trees before finally stopping.

"Big Boss Dai!" Ma Hongjun and Oscar shouted worriedly.

Yet the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger would not let up. Its tiger maw gathered every last bit of its Soul Power into a Soul Power light wave and fired it toward where Dai Mubai had fallen.

Let this weak human be buried with it. The Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger's eyes revealed the exhilaration of revenge.

"Second Soul Skill, White Tiger Light Wave!"

A white light wave collided with the blood-red light wave, triggering a violent explosion.

"Bang!"

The enormous cloud of dust from the blast obscured everything on the battlefield.

"Did Big Boss Dai win?" Other than a certain Soul Saint, Wang Xiaofeng and the other two were all deeply concerned about the outcome.

Although the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger was not in peak condition, at full strength it was still comparable to a powerful Soul Ancestor. A fully prepared Dai Mubai against a weakened, half-crippled Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger—it was hard to say who would win.

As the dust dispersed, the scene before them came fully into view.

Dai Mubai stood off to one side, his body covered in ragged wounds. Blood flowed all over him, but at least he was still standing.

The Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger, meanwhile, lay sprawled on the ground, seemingly without a trace of life left.

"Looks like I won!" Dai Mubai chuckled. He took out a Sausage from his Soul Tool and ate it, then slowly walked toward the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger.

"Hahaha, Big Boss Dai won!" Oscar and Ma Hongjun hugged each other excitedly.

Suddenly, just as everyone relaxed and Dai Mubai reached the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger—

The Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger abruptly sprang up, its sharp teeth snapping toward Dai Mubai.

"I've been waiting for you." How could Dai Mubai not understand that the dead could still make a final struggle? The White Tiger Barrier appeared before him as his right hand stabbed straight into the charging Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger's head.

"Pssh!"

Dai Mubai's right hand pierced directly through the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger's upper jaw. Its sharp teeth ultimately failed to bite through his hand.

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone. Only when Dai Mubai shouted, "Why aren't you coming to help me?" did they snap out of it.

Wang Xiaofeng finally came to his senses and pulled Dai Mubai free from the tiger's corpse.

Watching Dai Mubai eat Oscar's Sausage and cured sausage, Wang Xiaofeng could not help teasing him. "Mubai, absorbing a Soul Ring really has been a long and arduous journey for you."

"Yeah." Dai Mubai sighed. "Without brothers like you, I wouldn't have been able to absorb this Soul Ring." Nor would I have dared challenge that person again, he silently added.

"Enough with the sentimental nonsense. Absorb that Soul Ring properly first."

Zhao Wuji cut through the strange atmosphere. Why was there so much drama over absorbing a Soul Ring?

Ten minutes later, with Oscar's Sausages, Dai Mubai was more or less fine.

He then sat down cross-legged, steadied his mind, and drew in the purple Soul Ring tinged with dark red from the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger.

The purplish-red glow seemed to have waited a long time to finally find an outlet. The moment it sensed Dai Mubai's pull, it surged toward him like rivers flowing into the sea.

Under the powerful fluctuations of Soul Power, Dai Mubai felt as though his body was about to burst apart. The intense pain made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

The Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger's Soul Ring was simply too overbearing. No wonder it was a top-tier Soul Beast rejected even by its own kind.

Dai Mubai, seated cross-legged on the ground, gradually vanished from sight. His entire body was enveloped in a layer of pale red mist.

Wang Xiaofeng frowned. Even Dai Mubai, who came from a great clan, was suffering so much while absorbing this Soul Ring. Its cultivation had to exceed seventeen hundred years and was likely close to two thousand.

No. I haven't defeated that person yet. I won't admit defeat. Dai Mubai was nearly unconscious from the impact of the Soul Ring's power, yet he clung to that belief.

Relying on that conviction, he forcibly endured wave after wave of pain. Even as blood seeped from his body, he continued resisting the tyrannical energy within the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger's Soul Ring.

As time passed, the fine beads of blood stopped emerging, and Dai Mubai's tightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed.

Two yellow and one purple Soul Rings emerged around Dai Mubai, pulsing up and down around his body.

This meant that Dai Mubai had ultimately absorbed the Bloodthirsty Berserk Tiger's Soul Ring successfully.

Dai Mubai slowly opened his eyes and rose to his feet, his body crackling. Already tall and handsome, he became even more striking after absorbing the Soul Ring. A streak of red had appeared in his hair, and combined with his Double Pupils, it made him look even more wicked.

"Big Boss Dai, your eyes..."

Oscar pointed at Dai Mubai's eyes in confusion.

After taking Wang Xiaofeng's mirror, Dai Mubai discovered that even without activating his Martial Soul Avatar, his eyes still had Double Pupils. His left eye had turned blood-red, while his right remained its usual blue.

"Mubai, could this be an acquired mutation of your Martial Soul?" Wang Xiaofeng examined him carefully and gave an uncertain conclusion.

"Who cares whether it's a mutation? Big Boss Dai has gotten stronger either way." Ma Hongjun shook his head. "Big Boss Dai, I want to see your Third Soul Skill."

"Sure."

Dai Mubai instantly completed his Martial Soul Avatar, and then the thousand-year Soul Ring on his body lit up.

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Asura Transformation!"