The Decadent Evil-Eyed White Tiger

The youth in front had a somewhat stiff expression.

"I don't know either. Grandmaster only gave me a general location; he didn't tell me the specific situation of the academy."

The three were Huo Yuhao, Xiao Wu, and Tang San, who had just graduated from Notting Academy.

Upon graduation, Tang San had been instructed by Grandmaster to come to Shrek Academy, and Huo Yuhao was also very interested in Shrek during its founding period, while Xiao Wu was simply following Huo Yuhao—wherever he went, she went.

"Alright, we still have two days. Let's look around while we're here and find a place to stay first," Huo Yuhao suggested, glancing at his surroundings.

Xiao Wu nodded immediately, "Quick, quick, quick! Walking such a long way, I'm almost exhausted to death."

The three wandered around until they found an eye-catching hotel. "Rose Hotel... Yuhao! Tang San! Let's stay here!"

It didn't matter to Tang San where they stayed, but Huo Yuhao frowned as he looked at the peculiar decor. Why did it feel so much like a lovers' hotel from his past life?

"Forget it, let's just go with this one."

Seeing that both agreed, Huo Yuhao didn't intend to look for another.

The three arrived at the counter, and Tang San spoke up, "Could you please open three rooms for us?"

The receptionist looked up, saw the two people behind Tang San, and paused for a moment.

"Three rooms?" The questioning gaze shifted to Huo Yuhao.

"Is there a problem?" Tang San was a bit confused.

Huo Yuhao pressed a hand to his forehead; the waiter probably mistook Tang San for an ignorant servant.

He then said, "Three rooms will be fine."

The waiter clearly didn't grasp the meaning, pretended to glance down at the ledger, and looked up again with an apologetic expression.

"I'm sorry, I just checked, and there are only two rooms left."

"??"

Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the other party, only to see the waiter wink knowingly.

Now Xiao Wu was the one confused. What was going on?

She then waved her hand impatiently, "Two rooms it is. Huo Yuhao and I have always slept together anyway."

Tang San didn't say anything more and nodded.

"Then two rooms will do."

The waiter was about to act when he was interrupted by a voice.

"Wait, I'll take one of those rooms."

The three turned to look at the source of the sound. Three people had appeared behind them and were walking toward the counter.

One man and two women. The man in the middle was tall with golden hair reaching his waist draped behind him, his arms around the two women. When Huo Yuhao saw those eyes, his pupils constricted.

Double pupils? Thinking of the members of the first Shrek Seven Devils, the man's identity was obvious.

His ancestor, Dai Mubai.

Seeing him in such a decadent state, he couldn't help but shake his head inwardly.

Although the White Tiger Clan in his past life would also take wives and concubines, Dai Hao, Dai Yueheng, and Dai Huabin all prioritized cultivation above all else.

As a direct descendant of the White Tiger Clan, how could one be so dissolute?

If future descendants knew their ancestor was in this state, who knows what they would think.

"Big brother, we were here first," Tang San said with a slight frown, offering a reminder.

"So what?"

"So what?? Do you believe I'll beat you up? Get lost!" Seeing the arrogant Dai Mubai, Xiao Wu's fiery temper flared up instantly.

Dai Mubai raised an eyebrow, sizing up the three in front of him. They looked much younger than him, and he gave a disdainful laugh.

"Oh? You're Spirit Masters, right? Then let's let our fists do the talking. If you beat me, the rooms are yours; otherwise, get lost."

"That..."

The waiter nearby was about to say something.

"Shut up. This isn't your place to speak. Call your manager; I'll cover any damages."

Dai Mubai didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

The waiter had no choice but to hurry off to find his superior.

Dai Mubai turned his gaze back to Xiao Wu, "So, are you all coming at me together?"

"I'll handle it," Tang San stepped forward.

"Hmph, then we'll start with you." With that, Dai Mubai threw a punch at Tang San's chest.

Facing Dai Mubai's attack, Tang San's eyes flashed. He unleashed various Tang Sect techniques, and the two traded blows, leaving the hotel lobby in a mess.

Relying on his Tang Sect techniques, Tang San actually gained the upper hand without either side using spirit power. At this moment, Dai Mubai had already lost.

"I lost. But leaving just like this isn't satisfying enough... It's time to get serious!"

Dai Mubai cracked his neck and wrists, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

His eyes flashed with a hint of evil as he let out a low shout: "White Tiger, Avatar!"

His muscles surged, his hair turned black and white, fur sprouted from his hands, and sharp claws extended as two yellow and one purple soul rings slowly emerged.

"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul White Tiger, Level 37 Battle Soul Elder. Please, enlighten me."

This truly shocked Tang San; this was the second-highest soul power he had ever encountered, even though Huo Yuhao had also reached the rank of Soul Elder three years ago.

He doubted the other man was of a higher level, so he summoned his own Martial Soul, brimming with fighting spirit.

Having been suppressed by Huo Yuhao for so long, he wanted to see if everyone was really this strong!

"Tang San, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Level 29 Tool Soul Master. Please, enlighten me."

Just as the two were preparing for the second half of their bout, Huo Yuhao spoke up.

"San, let me handle this."

His calm words suppressed a deep sense of disappointment.

It was the frustration of seeing an ancestor fail to live up to his potential—is this how you treat your own talent!?

What was the point of the Dai family in the ten thousand years to come holding you up as a benchmark!?

To learn your philandering? To learn your nightly debauchery? To learn your bullying of the weak?

He felt it was a disservice to Dai Huabin, Dai Yueheng, and Dai Hao.

The Dai Mubai who idled away his days in the God Realm, indulging in pleasure, gradually overlapped with the man before him.

He had once thought it was due to the limitations of his godhood and the lack of room for advancement.

It turned out this ancestor... had been the same from the very beginning!

Seeing Huo Yuhao's gloomy expression, Tang San didn't know what had happened, but he nodded and stepped back.

He watched the two intently; even if he couldn't fight himself, he could still gauge the extent of Huo Yuhao's strength!

On his deep blue eyes, golden pupils and pitch-black rings emerged one by one. As Huo Yuhao took a step forward, two yellow and one purple soul rings slowly rose.

"Huo Yuhao, Martial Soul Dark Spirit Eye, Level 39 Battle Soul Elder, please, enlighten me."

"Impossible! How old are you exactly??"

Dai Mubai's pupils constricted, and he involuntarily took a step back.

This youth looked to be the same age as Tang San, yet he was a full ten levels higher—even higher than himself.

Huo Yuhao let out a cold snort and stomped heavily forward, shattering the floor tiles. In the next instant, he appeared before Dai Mubai and threw a punch toward his face.

Although he moved with great speed, Huo Yuhao deliberately slowed the strike, giving Dai Mubai time to react.

Even so, Dai Mubai only had time to release his first soul skill, and a white light barrier covered his entire body.

But the next moment, he was stunned; the barrier collapsed the instant it touched the fist, shattering into a sky full of light particles.

Bang!

Dai Mubai was sent flying backward, crashing into the ground and shattering the floor tiles, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Cough, cough... how can he be this strong..."

Dai Mubai stared in horror at the figure through the dust.

"Use your full strength! Where is your White Tiger Vajra Transformation!?"

Huo Yuhao roared again, startling even Xiao Wu and Tang San; they had never seen Huo Yuhao this furious.

"How do you know my soul skill??"

Huo Yuhao did not answer. Of course he knew; in his past life, which descendant of the Dai family didn't follow the soul ring configuration set by this very benchmark?

Seeing Huo Yuhao's silent mockery, Dai Mubai gritted his teeth. "Don't look down on me!!"

The purple soul ring flashed, his eyes turned blood-red, his body expanded once more, and black horizontal stripes appeared on his skin.

He lunged fiercely at Huo Yuhao, the sharp claws on his hands reflecting a silvery metallic sheen, mirroring Huo Yuhao's calm face.

Then, Dai Mubai lost sight of Huo Yuhao, followed immediately by a sharp pain in his waist.

He suffered a heavy blow, sent flying sideways, and crashed into a sofa placed to the side.