The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's Surprise

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger looked at the solemn Qian Xunji before it. For the first time, its massive tiger eyes revealed a gentle kindness. It could not help but think, If he does not die, he will one day stand at the pinnacle of Douluo Continent. But this boy is still far too weak, nowhere near my expectations.

"Having dreams is a good thing, boy, but do not indulge in empty fantasies. Otherwise, your oath will be nothing but a joke to me." The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger spared no mercy in its blow.

"I will prove to you that those are not empty words." Qian Xunji calmly shot back.

"My Inner Core will remain in your Sea of Consciousness and suppress this place for you. All right, leave now. I have prepared a surprise for you. I hope that when you return next time, you will not be as weak as you are now." The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger slowly turned around and walked once more into the depths of darkness.

Qian Xunji withdrew from his Sea of Consciousness and found Qian Daoliu watching him anxiously. Seeing him awaken, Qian Daoliu hurriedly asked, "Why did you suddenly faint? What happened?"

Qian Xunji then slowly told Qian Daoliu what had happened within his Sea of Consciousness. Naturally, he would never reveal his true identity. That was his greatest secret. He was Qian Xunji, and Qian Xunji was him.

Qian Daoliu slowly nodded. "I never expected the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger had not completely dissipated, but was instead living in your Sea of Consciousness in soul form. It truly deserves to be a Soul Beast recorded in ancient texts. How extraordinary. But what is the surprise it mentioned? Ji'er, let me see."

Qian Xunji spread both arms to his sides and thrust out his chest. His bones crackled, his muscles suddenly swelled, and his clothes were stretched taut. Every muscle became distinctly visible beneath the fabric, and even the air around him seemed to fill with a violent presence.

"Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, possess me!" Qian Xunji shouted. His golden hair instantly turned black, though several strands of gold remained especially conspicuous among it. Four faint markings appeared on his forehead—three horizontal lines and one vertical line, forming the character for king.

His hands underwent the greatest change, growing more than twice their former size. Black fur covered his palms, and as his fingers flexed, dagger-like claws repeatedly extended from and retracted into his hands. Every claw was as sharp as a blade, eight inches long and glinting with a sinister, icy light.

Qian Xunji slowly leaned forward, red light gleaming in his eyes. There was a trace of wickedness in them, along with the overwhelming majesty of a tiger ruling the world, enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with heaven and earth.

Feeling the changes in his body, excitement flashed in Qian Xunji's eyes. It was actually the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger—the first human in the history of Douluo Continent to possess the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul. Overcome with excitement, he roared, "Roar! Roar! Roar!" The tiger's roar, unique to the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, swept forth as a sound wave with an overwhelming force, displaying his wild arrogance to the world.

The objects within the Pope's Palace were blown askew by the roar. At the same time, the various Worships in the Worship Hall sensed this Aura. Golden Jaw Douluo, the Second Worship, was the first to arrive. Qian Xunji slowly came back to his senses and looked at the old man standing before him.

The old man had white hair and beard and appeared to be over eighty. He wore a golden robe embroidered with a ferocious giant crocodile, and he was quietly watching Qian Xunji. At the same time, information about this man surfaced in Qian Xunji's mind. Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Second Worship of Spirit Hall. His Martial Soul was the Golden Crocodile King, comparable to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the greatest Beast Martial Soul in the world. However, due to issues with the reproduction of his descendants, no one had yet inherited his Golden Crocodile King Martial Soul. Most merely possessed Golden Jaws.

Looking at the old man before him, Qian Xunji recalled his ending in Douluo Continent, and could not help but sigh in regret. In the original story, acting on Qian Daoliu's orders, Golden Crocodile Douluo led the Six Great Worships to reinforce Jialing Pass. At a critical moment, he saved Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, who had been defeated and severely wounded in battle against Tang San, then fought Tang Hao, who had come to aid Tang San. Although Golden Crocodile Douluo held an absolute advantage in Soul Power Level, the power Tang Hao unleashed with the Clear Sky Sect's ultimate technique, the Great Sumeru Hammer, was simply too tyrannical, placing him at a disadvantage for a time. Though he ultimately fought Tang Hao to a draw, he had lost by a margin in mentality and Aura.

In the end, to save Qian Renxue after she fell to the ground from the Thirteen Golden Trident's final move, "Body and Trident as One, Shift of the Stars," Golden Crocodile Douluo devoted his entire life to Spirit Hall. At the cost of self-destruction, he successfully caught her, while he himself fell forever on the battlefield of Jialing Pass.

This was a venerable old man who had dedicated his entire life to Spirit Hall. Golden Jaw Douluo, standing nearby, watched Qian Xunji sigh one moment, look admiring the next, and then shake his head. He was completely baffled. Finally, unable to endure it any longer, he raised his sandbag-sized fist and knocked Qian Xunji on the head.

"Little Ji'er, is your skin itching again? What do you mean by staring at me without moving?"

Qian Xunji rubbed his aching head and grimaced. "Uncle Golden Jaw, you hit way too hard. My head hurts like crazy."

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