While the three of them chatted, the White Tiger found a relatively flat stone, rested its head on its forepaws, and lay on it basking in the sun. It looked languid and wore a contented expression.
Its fluffy, oversized face had lost some of its majesty and gained a touch of silly charm. Every so often, it twitched its ears or flicked its tail.
It was a picture of peaceful, carefree days.
The next moment, a terrifying pressure descended. Dugu Bo's Titled Douluo pressure startled it so badly that it leaped more than five meters away, landing in a patch of weeds. Many strands of Blue Silver Grass were crushed straight into pulp.
"Roar~"
Its roar shook the forest. Flocks of birds took flight, mice and rabbits fled, and deer and cattle stampeded, startling countless Soul Beasts and ordinary animals.
The White Tiger was over five meters long and stood one and a half meters tall at the shoulder. Its face was as broad as a millstone. Its ears pressed tight against its head, its back arched, its limbs bent slightly, and its tail held rigid as it entered a battle stance.
In that instant, all trace of the White Tiger's lazy, silly demeanor vanished, replaced by the majesty of a Soul Beast king.
Though Dugu Bo's pressure was powerful, it did not make the White Tiger give up resisting. Instead, it roused its ferocity.
Dugu Bo appeared with the other two five meters in front of it.
The White Tiger wasn't stupid. Seeing an adult with two children, it immediately understood that they had come for its Soul Ring.
Its enemy was strong, so it decided to strike first. The White Tiger roared again, and the sound waves became a blast of air that ravaged the surrounding plants. In