Encountering the White Tiger

A few days later.

With a thunderous roar, a vast phantom of mountains and rivers emerged outside Broken Void City, radiating ten thousand zhang of auspicious light as chaotic energy dispersed.

"The Hundred Broken Mountains secret realm has opened, move quickly!"

"Charge in! The holy medicines and divine treasures are all mine!"

"I shall reign supreme within this small world..."

Atop the four city walls, the pride of the heavens from all directions, long since prepared, displayed their various divine abilities, swarming into the entrance like a black tide of locusts.

In an instant, the brilliance of precious techniques, divine abilities, and secret powers shrouded the heavens.

"Let us go as well."

"Understood. Brother Shi Hao, be careful."

Inside a luxurious manor within the city, the nine youths from Stone Village exchanged glances, unleashed their respective precious artifacts, merged into the crowd, and darted into the mountain and river phantom.

Indeed, Shi Hao and the eight others, including Shi Qingfeng, were acting separately.

Shi Qingfeng, Pihou, and the others had argued that staying with a monster like him left them no chance to strike, so they decided it was better to split up and regroup only if necessary.

Shi Hao considered that all eight of them were Cave Heaven realm cultivators, each proficient in several precious techniques of pure-blooded creatures; such a lineup was more than capable of protecting itself, even if they couldn't sweep through the secret realm.

Furthermore, the small world of the Hundred Broken Mountains was vast, divided into seven or eight regions such as the Heaven Bone Forbidden Zone, Hundred Herb Garden, Treasure Dividing Cliff, Boundless Desert, Wild Wolf Plain, and Divine Monkey Treasure Land, so it was unlikely they would encounter the peerless prodigies so easily.

Time shifted, and the scene changed abruptly.

Shi Hao soon found himself standing by a vast, azure lake, the water so clear he could see the bottom, with wisps of spiritual energy rising steadily.

In the distance, strange and precipitous mountains loomed, and the roars of beasts echoed, shaking the heavens.

"The essence of heaven and earth here is several times denser than the outside world, almost rivaling Stone Village when it is infused with True Dragon energy. It is a pity I cannot stay long."

Shi Hao took a deep breath, feeling the cool, spiritual energy surging into him.

"Humble human, are you the human prodigy who slew the Feiyi the other day?"

At that moment, a tiger's roar, laced with the killing intent of gold and steel, rang out.

Hmm? Have I encountered the prodigies of other races so soon?

Shi Hao followed the sound and looked toward the shore of the azure lake, where a magnificent carriage was parked.

Inside the carriage sat a white tiger with a fierce, malevolent gaze, flanked by two beautiful human maidens feeding it fresh meat. A powerful human cultivator sat in front as the driver, and formidable guards followed behind.

An old man stood below the carriage holding a scroll. After the white tiger glanced at the figure on the scroll, it looked at Shi Hao with contempt, as if comparing the two.

"Oh, how interesting. You know I killed the Feiyi and yet you dare to provoke me? White-furred cat, I must say, you have quite the eye."

Upon realizing the identity of the newcomer, Shi Hao laughed.

"Insolent! My young master hails from Xiling Beast Mountain and is a prodigy of the White Tiger lineage! His old master is one of the giants who rules over Xiling Beast Mountain! Get over here and pay your respects to my young master at once, lest you ruin yourself!"

The old man holding the scroll seemed to have suffered a great humiliation; he was purple with rage, his face dark and gloomy as he barked his reprimand.

Xiling Beast Mountain, or rather the Xiling Beast Garden, was originally a burial ground for many supreme ancient fierce beasts. Later, a large number of ancient remnants gathered there spontaneously, guarding the graves of the supreme beings for generations, and their influence grew ever greater.

As time passed, Xiling Beast Mountain had indeed become a renowned holy land.

"Noisy."

Little Shi frowned slightly. With a thunderous boom, a golden lightning bolt as thick as a water barrel struck down, instantly reducing the old man—who had opened seven cave heavens—to ashes.

"The Suanni King's precious technique?"

With his subordinate killed by a single word, the white tiger could no longer sit still, no matter how arrogant it was. It shoved aside the human maidens feeding it meat, revealing its hideous fangs.

"Not bad. Although you, white-furred cat, have crippled legs and need others to carry you everywhere, your eyes aren't blind yet. There is still hope for you."

A gentle smile played on the corners of Shi Hao's mouth as he nodded in satisfaction.

"Vile human! Do not think that because you managed to ambush the Feiyi, you can look down upon this generation. I can kill you in three moves at most!"

As a prodigy of Xiling Beast Mountain, the white tiger had never suffered such bitter sarcasm. It stood up abruptly and roared in extreme fury.

"I am no vile human. My ancestors were kings in the Borderlands, blessed by heaven and earth, passing down billions of glories."

"As for your Xiling Beast Mountain lineage, you are nothing but a pack of lackeys guarding the graves of ancient fierce beasts. Having stayed on the periphery of the graveyard for so long, you actually think you are the gods resting within, or true heavenly-tier ancient fierce beasts."

"When it comes down to it, aren't you just a bunch of lowly grave-keepers? You can't even enter the graveyard, so why are you so puffed up?"

As he spoke, Shi Hao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

These idiots from Xiling Beast Mountain were like the gatekeepers of a noble house; they usually borrowed the power of their masters to bully others, and after a long time, they started to believe they were the nobles themselves.

Little did they know, were people actually revering a mere slave?

Shi Hao's words were biting, stripping them bare and exposing their true origins; it was no different from digging up their ancestors' graves. The white tiger went completely mad.

"ROAR! Human, I will swallow you whole!!"

The white tiger stepped out in a Bagua pattern and lunged instantly. It opened its mouth and spat, unleashing an ocean of runes shimmering with the sharp aura of gold and steel, tearing the void asunder.

The White Tiger is a divine beast of the West, presiding over slaughter and warfare.

"Roar!"

Simultaneously, a tiger's roar shook the heavens, followed by a soul-shattering divine sound that blanketed the area, piercing straight into the mind.

This was a sonic killing technique, an attack on the soul that no ordinary person could withstand.

"A sonic killing technique? I know one too. True Dragon Roar!"

Shi Hao pressed his palms together, and a phantom of a True Dragon coiled around his body, head held high as it roared with boundless majesty, shattering the White Tiger's sonic attack like dry wood.

"Dragon Drawing Hand!"

The vivid, lifelike True Dragon glowed, extending a massive claw covered in golden scales to suppress the area, as if performing an act of creation.

"Boom!"

The golden dragon claw, radiating pure True Dragon energy, tore through the ocean of runes and slammed heavily onto the White Tiger's chest. Unexpectedly, silver runes flared to life, coalescing into a suit of silver armor.

The White Tiger Battle Armor, a powerful defensive treasure refined from the remains of a great White Tiger elder, possessed astonishing divine power and had yet to be broken by anyone.

The silver armor, radiating an unprecedented, brilliant glow, deflected the vast majority of the force, yet even so, the suddenly assaulted White Tiger still coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"True Dragon Precious Technique?!!"

Smashed deep into the massive lake, the White Tiger ignored its injuries and shrieked in disbelief, its face twisted in extreme horror.

The True Dragon is known as the supreme being, and the True Dragon Precious Technique represents the pinnacle of law.

"No, that's impossible. The True Dragon Precious Technique was lost in the Primordial Era. This must just be some stray move you picked up somewhere—it has to be a stray move!"

Bathed in blood, the White Tiger leaped from the bottom of the lake, desperately trying to reassure itself.

"Mm, if you say so, then so be it."

Looking at the terrified little White Tiger before him, Shi Hao smiled exceptionally brightly.