The moment Liu Xiaoxiao entered the small world, he sensed an incomparably dense concentration of spiritual energy.
Following the aura of the undead, a thought carried him to a place where the bones of many feline divine beasts, such as lions and tigers, lay buried.
Before him, an enormous phantom of a White Tiger silently appeared.
Though the White Tiger's fur was clearly white, it was surrounded by both light and dark elements, giving it patterns of gold and black. If Liu Xiaoxiao had not excelled at vision, he likely would have struggled to discern its mysteries.
Judging from the patterns on its body, he quickly reached a conclusion—the Tiger King before him was unmistakably a Hell White Tiger.
"The Enforcer, you have come." The White Tiger phantom shifted, becoming a brawny, imposing man.
"This junior greets the Tiger King." Liu Xiaoxiao bowed first, then got straight to the point. "This junior has come in hopes of receiving the aid of the senior members of the tiger clan here."
"That is simple. I have six here who wish to go with you. They have no spiritual bodies remaining, only their corpses." The Tiger King spoke. "My condition is that you find the one capable of using a Martial Soul Fusion Skill to inherit my godhood."
"Your bloodline is that of the Hell White Tiger?" Liu Xiaoxiao did not beat around the bush. He knew that it was best to speak plainly before this one.
"My situation is similar to the Dragon God's. Even the Dragon God's blessings, when divided into the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings, could not be inherited by the vast majority of the Dragon Clan's descendants. Thus, the Silver Dragon passed its inheritance to seven clans, while the Golden Dragon passed it to clans such as the