Young Patriarch Contest

On the steps, a dozen or so imposing figures sat in chairs.

The Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan has a total of twenty experts at the Samsara Stage. Excluding the four who are in seclusion in the secret realm and the three who are on missions outside and unable to return, Twelve Reincarnation Stage Experts, including Elder Feiyu and Patriarch Monan, are all here.

The last person was naturally Mo Zi'ang, who was waiting below for the match to begin.

Inside the Martial Arts Arena, the five candidates for Young Patriarch stood scattered among their relatives and friends, each with their own distinct characteristics.

With Six Great Sects powerful cultivators at the Samsara Stage presiding over the Four Symbols Palace, it naturally attracted the attention of the Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan's experts. What a powerful force!

Among the five groups of people, a young man in a purple robe stood with his arms crossed, surrounded by several figures. He was quite handsome, but when he smiled, there was always an undisguised chill and meanness about him.

"Boss, Flame Commander of the Four Symbols Palace entered the Samsara Stage earlier than you. Are you absolutely certain you can defeat him?"

The young man from the Heavenly Demon Tiger, who looked like a hanger-on, peeked out and spoke casually and familiarly with the Purple-Clad Man.

"Hmph, he's just a lowly person. I heard that his true form isn't even of my clan's bloodline, and he didn't achieve it through a gradual blood Bone Replacement transformation. How can someone with such shallow foundations compare to me, who has the clan's full support?"

"So what if he breaks through first? Watch how I crush him like a whirlwind later. If it weren't for this fool, the position of our clan's Young Patriarch would have been mine all along. Why go through all this trouble?"

The Purple-Clad Man pursed his thin lips slightly, a hint of unyielding meanness in his expression.

The election for the Young Patriarch of the Heavenly Demon Tiger Clan has always been extremely bloody. It is common for candidates to be Brutal Kill during the competition. The clan does not care about this at all, but instead regards it as a sign of courage.

"Hehe, it's good that you're confident, Boss. Once you officially become the Young Patriarch leader of our clan, we brothers will also be able to benefit from it."

The young members of the Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan exchanged glances and burst into laughter, feeling confident of victory.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come. Now I will announce the winner of the contest..."

At the top of the steps, a short, thin old man opened his sleepy, withered eyes and began to recite in a rhythmic, deliberate manner.

One of the five candidates, after a rapid change in expression, said dejectedly, "Wait, Great Elder, I abstain from the competition."

Five candidates, two at the Samsara Stage and three at the Death Mysterious Stage, Perfected Completion.

He was one of the three who Death Mysterious Stage, Perfected Completion, and also the weakest of the three. The other two were at the Peak Death Profound Stage and had faintly touched the Samsara Stage, while he was just an ordinary person who had Death Mysterious Stage, Perfected Completion.

He had been encouraged to participate by the clan elders, but his enthusiasm gradually cooled, and knowing that he was not strong enough, he immediately asked to withdraw.

"Hmph, a guy who hasn't even touched the Samsara Stage, a wise choice."

Mo Zi'ang glanced at the man and said calmly.

This person was a Dark Horse who had just emerged in the clan. After being praised by the clan elders, he became arrogant and thought he would make a name for himself. However, he was unexpectedly dealt a blow by reality.

"Can."

The gaunt old man nodded slightly and continued to announce with an unchanged expression, "The order of the matches is Mo Zi'ang versus Wu Shan, Lin Yan versus Wang Lin."

"In the first match, Mo Zi'ang will face Wu Shan!"

At the referee's signal, the two candidates immediately jumped onto the field.

Mo Zi'ang was, after all, the son of the Patriarch and a powerful expert in the Samsara Stage. No matter how hard that expert, who was faintly touching the Samsara Stage and Peak Death Profound Stage, tried, he was still decisively defeated by the former.

"Snort!"

Amid cheers, the triumphant Mo Zi'ang stepped down from the Battle Platform and made a rather provocative, flippant gesture to the Four Symbols Palace forces, once again drawing praise from a large number of his vassals.

"Little Flame, this guy is too picky. Remember to break one of his legs later."

Lin Dong turned his head away and gave a casual instruction.

"Yes, brother."

Little Flame calmly agreed, a hint of bloodlust flickering in his tiger-like eyes.

"Second round, Lin Yan vs. Wang Lin!"

Before the shout had even finished, the two candidates had already appeared on the Battle Platform.

Wang Lin, at the Peak Death Profound Stage, like Lin Yan, is a descendant of the Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan who had been separated from the people. He has also established a considerable force on his own.

At the invitation of another elder in the clan, the Hui people participated in the competition for the position of Young Patriarch.

"Hehe, Brother Lin Yan, I heard that you are of my clan's bloodline from humble origins, as am I, Old Wang. We have been wandering around for many years. Even if neither of us can succeed as the Young Patriarch, we should still get closer to each other in the future."

Wang Lin was a kind-hearted man in his thirties with a gentle smile, who could easily win people's favor with just a few words.

"Wang Lin, you're too kind. You're welcome to visit my Four Symbols Palace sometime..."

Little Flame's tense expression relaxed slightly, as he shared a similar experience and felt a deep sense of empathy.

"The first transformation of the Heavenly Demon Transformation: The Tiger Roar Transformation!"

The next moment, a towering black light swept out, transforming directly into a Black Light Tiger a thousand feet tall that roared down with an exceptionally tricky and vicious angle and force.

The Heavenly Demon Transformation consists of Nine Heavenly Demon Transformations and is the Clan Suppressing Martial Art of the Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan.

"Hahaha, you fool, who wants to be close to you? You didn't expect this, did you? I'm not some Peak Death Profound Stage cultivator who's just touching the Samsara Stage, but Half-step Samsara Stage!"

Wang Lin, who had suddenly torn off his mask, had a ferocious expression. His powerful aura had already subtly crossed the boundary between the Life and Death Mysterious Stage and the Samsara Stage, and was quite solid.

He had kept his cultivation level hidden until now, all for this unexpected opportunity.

"Go to hell!"

Under its control, the Black Light Tiger tore through the void and suddenly shattered space.

"That self-righteous old dog is really annoying..."

Little Flame's expression suddenly turned cold, and a hint of ferocity and disgust slowly crept onto his dark face. He raised his hand and unleashed a powerful punch.

"White Tiger Star-Shattering Mirror, White Tiger Army-Breaking Fist!"

A deafening roar of a tiger resounded throughout the heavens and earth. A colossal White Tiger, stretching as far as the eye could see, leaped out from the river of time, its claws slashing down with boundless killing intent and tragic intent. Dark spatial rifts spread rapidly like a spider web.

The White Tiger Star-Shattering Mirror is the signature martial art of the White Tiger Hall of the Four Symbols Xuan Sect Hall Suppressing Martial Art.

"Boom!!!"

A gigantic tiger claw, capable of blotting out the sky, suddenly slashed down, crushing the thousand-foot-long radiant tiger without a doubt, and then slammed into Wang Lin's chest. Like a rapidly falling comet, Wang Lin instantly crashed into a nearby mountain, his Life and Death unknown.

"Trash will always be trash."

Little Flame, having lowered his arm, shook his head indifferently and turned to look at the referee who was already stunned. "Referee, it's time to announce the result."

"Yes, yes, announce the results, announce the results of the contest."

The referee, whose strength was at the Death Mysterious Stage, Perfected Completion, seemed to wake from a dream and hurriedly announced in a loud voice, "Lin Yan versus Wang Lin, Lin Yan!"

"Hmph, what a disgrace."

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Demonic Tiger Clan frowned slightly, waved his arm, and immediately two powerful figures flew out to carry out Wang Lin, who was buried deep in the mountain and had fainted like a dead dog, and quickly sent him down.