Divine Beast White Tiger

Dai Mubai finished his roar, staring fixedly at Zhu Zhuqing.

He waited for her explanation, even if it were just an excuse.

As long as she could offer him a way to step down, he would act as if this matter had never happened.

However.

Zhu Zhuqing merely lifted her head slightly and glanced at him.

That gaze was calm, so calm it chilled the heart.

"Are you finished?"

Three words, light as a feather, like a snowflake landing on a lake, not even creating a ripple.

Dai Mubai was stunned. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that it felt like punching a pile of cotton.

Just then, he saw Wu Xing actually leaning into his fiancée's embrace, wrapping his arm around her slender waist.

This was something he, as her legitimate fiancé, had never once been able to do!

If Zhu Zhuqing's previous actions were merely an impulsive, retaliatory move to spite him for his own womanizing, then her calm acceptance of this was a direct challenge to all his dignity as a fiancé, grinding what little face he had left into the dirt.

"Let her go!"

Dai Mubai's eyes were wide enough to split, the pent-up shame, jealousy, and humiliation erupting all at once.

Yet Wu Xing acted as if he hadn't heard, or perhaps he had heard and simply didn't care.

Those hands rested casually on the sides of Zhu Zhuqing's waist.

Then, right in front of Dai Mubai, he slowly lifted them.

Not a caress.

A lift.

His palms slid from her waist to her ribs, his fingertips stopping just beneath her chest.

The movement was slow, so slow that everyone present could see it clearly.

It was as if he were deliberately measuring something, or perhaps declaring something.

Dai Mubai's gaze was nailed to that spot, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

He saw that hand stop, not moving any further up.

But it didn't pull back either.

It stayed stuck in that lethal position, five fingers tightening slightly, sinking into the fabric.

Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly, but she didn't dodge, nor did she look down at the hand.

Her eyelashes merely lowered, shielding the emotions in her eyes.

No one knew what she was thinking, but everyone saw that she did not refuse!

Nearby.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu watched everything, their mouths pouting high.

Brother Wu Xing really is a big pig's trotter; he likes everything big!

Dugu Yan's mouth twitched violently. She looked down at her own, then compared them to Zhu Zhuqing's, and felt sour too.

Why is she able to grow them so big!!!

Dai Mubai didn't notice the reactions of the girls; his entire attention was on that hand, the hand resting just beneath his fiancée's chest.

His brain exploded with a boom. The position of that hand, that movement, that matter-of-fact posture.

They all told him the same truth: the places this man had touched were places he, Dai Mubai, had never had the right to touch!

He remembered trying to hold Zhu Zhuqing's hand, only for her to pull away faster than lightning.

He remembered trying to put an arm around her shoulder, only to be met with the cold, murderous intent of her "dare you touch me" glare.

He remembered so much, but every time he drew near, he was blocked by her distant, rejecting gaze.

He had always thought his fiancée was just that kind of person.

Cold, taciturn, the same to everyone.

But now, he watched with his own eyes as another man's hand stopped in that very position.

Not only did she not dodge, she didn't even struggle.

That submissive appearance was something he had never seen before.

Dai Mubai's lips began to tremble, and something exploded in his chest.

His eye sockets turned red—not from wanting to cry, but from blood rushing to his head, impossible to suppress!

"I told you to let her go, damn it!"

"Didn't you hear me!"

The voice squeezed out from his throat, so hoarse it didn't sound like his own.

Every word felt as if it had been sanded down, coarse, jarring, and reeking of blood!

Reason, family marriage alliances, explanations—none of it mattered anymore.

He knew only one thing, and that was to kill the man standing before him!

His martial soul erupted uncontrollably, three soul rings rising from beneath his feet as the phantom of the Evil White Tiger manifested behind him.

Soul power poured out from his body, forming a visible aura of energy across his skin.

The stone slabs beneath his feet could not withstand this force, emitting a cracking sound as they shattered.

Dai Mubai's body underwent a transformation; his muscles bulged, blue veins protruded, and his fingernails lengthened, glinting with a faint, cold light.

His eyes turned completely into those of a beast, the vertical pupils reflecting the figure of Wu Xing.

"I will say this one last time!"

"Let her go!"

His voice no longer sounded human, but rather like the low growl of a wild beast, each word squeezed through his teeth with endless killing intent.

Wu Xing looked at Dai Mubai, his hand not moving in the slightest.

He even tightened his grip a fraction more.

Dai Mubai's sanity snapped completely at this moment.

His first soul ring shone to its limit, white light condensing in his mouth, emitting a piercing, shrill whistle.

"White-Tiger-Intense-Light-Wave!"

Each word was enunciated with the resolve of a death blow.

The white light erupted from his mouth, carrying violent killing intent as it tore through the air, heading straight for Wu Xing's face.

Facing the incoming soul skill, Wu Xing stood his ground, not even releasing Zhu Zhuqing from his arms.

Just as the light wave was about to strike him, he tilted his body slightly—a small movement, yet he dodged it with ease.

The white light grazed his right shoulder and slammed into the wall behind him, creating a thunderous boom.

Debris flew, and dust filled the air.

Yet Wu Xing did not even lift an eyelid; the corners of his mouth slowly curled up as he spat out a single phrase.

"Is that all?"

Dai Mubai was stunned.

His White Tiger Intense Light Wave was almost impossible for his peers to dodge, yet this man had evaded it with ease without even summoning his martial soul!

This humiliation stung more than any words ever could!

"I'll have your life!"

Dai Mubai roared, his third soul ring lighting up.

White Tiger Vajra Transformation!

His body expanded once more, his stature growing taller, and his aura surged along with it.

He would tear this man apart with his own hands.

Dai Mubai pushed off with his legs, shattering the stone floor, and launched himself at Wu Xing like a cannonball.

He threw a punch, the force of it creating a sonic boom.

Wu Xing did not retreat; he extended his right hand, fingers splayed, and while still holding Zhu Zhuqing, he took the punch head-on.

"Bang!"

A shockwave exploded between the two, spreading in all directions.

Dai Mubai's pupils shrank violently.

His fist—it had been blocked!

Wu Xing's palm held the other's fist firmly, not moving an inch.

"Is that all?" Wu Xing repeated.

This time, his tone was different; it was no longer mocking, but disappointed.

"I thought the prince of the Star Luo Empire would be something special, but it turns out you're just trash."

"No wonder you abandoned your own fiancée and ran away; a coward like you is completely unworthy of Zhuqing!"

Dai Mubai's face twisted in agony. He tried to pull his fist back but couldn't move it, so he swung his other fist toward Wu Xing's face.

Wu Xing seemed to anticipate the move, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"White Tiger?"

He let out a soft laugh.

"Let me show you what a real White Tiger is!"

As the words fell, Wu Xing released his martial soul.

This time it was no longer a pistol, but a far more ancient and murderous aura surging from within his body.

White light coalesced behind him, not as a phantom, but as a physical entity.

A snow-white tiger stepped forth from the radiance, its presence even more terrifying than the Evil White Tiger of Dai Mubai.

It was not ferocious, but majestic.

It was not violent, but domineering.

It was none other than one of the four divine beasts of China, the god of slaughter and warfare, the White Tiger!