Black Tiger Sect

"Why don't we take you to eat some real meat buns? Hahaha." Disciples of the Black Tiger Sect appeared from the other side, their voices carrying a lecherous undertone.

Although Beast Mountain did not understand what that meant, it was not hard to tell from their tone that it was far from a compliment.

"They're disciples of the Black Tiger Sect." Bing Zhao recognized their identity from their clothing.

The disciples of the two great sects clashed verbally once more, and their attire drew quite a crowd.

"Wow, they're from the Thunder God Sect. Who's got the nerve to pick a fight with them?"

"Looks like the Black Tiger Sect. Aren't they afraid of the Thunder God Sect?"

"It's a conflict between disciples. What matters is individual strength."

Among the onlookers were members of competing teams. They all wanted to take this opportunity to assess the strength of the Thunder God Sect and Black Tiger Sect contestants.

Whoosh!

Shou Xi attacked directly. His enormous palm seemed to possess some strange power—no matter how the lead Black Tiger Sect disciple dodged, Shou Xi's right palm remained just a foot in front of him.

From that alone, the gap between the two sides was obvious.

"Damn it."

The Black Tiger Sect disciple cursed inwardly. With so many people watching, being toyed with by Shou Xi made it hard for him to save face.

Boom!

The Black Tiger Sect disciple released his martial soul and soul rings. His body became burly and agile, sharp tiger claws gleaming with a chilling light as the traits of his Black Tiger martial soul manifested across his body.

Two yellow, two purple—Soul Power Level 48.

Everyone immediately marked him down as a formidable opponent.

His Soul Power Level had reached 48, which was why he dared to