Dai Chengfeng's Power

Heavenly White Tiger

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

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

It was not fear, nor solemnity, but a kind of languidness that said... he had finally taken a little interest.

"Not bad."

Before his words had even fallen, Dai Chengfeng stepped half a pace forward with his right foot, his body sinking 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 some sleeping ancient beast had opened its eyes at that moment.

"Roar—!!"

A tiger's roar shook the clouds.

That roar seemed to come from above the highest heavens, yet also from deep within the earth, carrying a vast, ancient majesty that instantly drowned out every sound in the arena.

The specially made protective light screen over the Soul Fighting Arena trembled violently. In the spectator stands, those of slightly weaker strength directly clutched their ears, pain showing on their faces.

Behind Dai Chengfeng, a massive phantom slowly solidified.

It was a white tiger.

But it was by no means an ordinary white tiger.

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

It was a full two circles larger than Dai Mubai's White Tiger Spirit. Its shoulders stood over four meters high, its body nearly eight meters long. Just by having its phantom stand there, it occupied nearly half the Soul Fighting Arena.

Most shocking of all was the pair of enormous wings spread out behind it.

And its eyes—

One blue, one gold.