Dai Mubai looked at the Martial Souls of the Canghui Academy group, the corners of his mouth curling into a defiant arc as he sneered inwardly: What kind of trash Martial Souls are these? They aren't even worthy of putting on my shoes.
He couldn't be bothered to waste words. His Soul Power surged, and three Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—lit up around him.
As the radiance flowed, the phantom of a majestic White Tiger emerged behind him.
Its snow-white fur was clearly defined, and the "king" character on its forehead gleamed with an intimidating golden light.
"Roar—!"
A deafening tiger's roar suddenly exploded like rolling thunder. Carrying the unique might of the king of beasts, it swept through the entire restaurant in an instant.
The tables and chairs inside the restaurant seemed to tremble slightly under the force of his aura, while an invisible pressure permeated the air.
The few Canghui Academy students at the neighboring table had drastic changes in expression. One young man with weaker Soul Power was so frightened by the sudden tiger's roar that his entire body shuddered.
His hands and feet went limp, and he fell to the ground with a thud. His face was deathly pale, and he didn't dare raise his head for a long time.
Dai Mubai withdrew his Martial Soul, and his Soul Rings slowly faded away. His contemptuous gaze swept over the few Canghui students, who were as silent as cicadas in winter.
"Not convinced? You can try me."
The restaurant instantly fell silent. Even the diners at the other tables subconsciously held their breath.
Those few Canghui students looked at the Soul Power fluctuations that had yet to completely fade from Dai Mubai.
Especially when they saw the final purple Soul Ring, the arrogant flames in their eyes