Dai Chengfeng's Strength

Heavenly White Tiger

And at that moment, facing killing intent that filled the sky, Dai Chengfeng merely lifted his eyes faintly.

In those eyes, which had always been as calm as a lake, a faint ripple finally spread.

It was not fear, not solemnity, but a kind of languid air that said... he had finally gained the slightest interest.

"Somewhat interesting."

Before his words had even fallen, Dai Chengfeng stepped half a pace forward with his right foot, and his body sank slightly.

The next instant, an indescribable aura erupted from within him.

It was not a fluctuation of Soul Power, but a more primal, more domineering sense of existence, as if an ancient sleeping beast had opened its eyes at that moment.

"Roar—!!"

A tiger's roar shook the clouds.

That roar seemed to come from above the nine heavens, yet also as if it rose from the depths of the earth, carrying vast, ancient majesty, instantly drowning out every sound in the arena.

The special protective light screen over the Soul Fighting Arena trembled violently. In the spectator stands, those with slightly weaker strength directly covered their ears, pain showing on their faces.

Behind Dai Chengfeng, a massive phantom slowly solidified.

It was a white tiger.

But it was absolutely no ordinary white tiger.

Its entire body was snow-white, its fur like the finest silk, gleaming beneath the sunlight with a jade-like luster that was warm yet ice cold.

Its body was a full two circles larger than Dai Mubai's White Tiger Spirit, its shoulder height over four meters and its body nearly eight meters long. Just the phantom standing there occupied nearly half of the Soul Fighting Arena.

What shocked everyone most was the pair of enormous wings spread out behind it.

And its eyes—

One blue, one