Heavenly White Tiger

At that moment, facing the murderous intent filling the sky, Dai Chengfeng merely lifted his eyes faintly.

In those eyes that had always been as calm as a lake, a trace of ripples finally spread.

It was not fear, not solemnity, but a kind of lazy interest... as if something had finally caught his attention.

"Somewhat interesting."

Before his words had fully fallen, Dai Chengfeng stepped his right foot half a pace forward, 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 an ancient sleeping beast had opened its eyes at that moment.

"Roar—!!"

A tiger's roar shook the heavens.

The roar seemed to come from above the ninth heaven, yet also seemed to rise from the depths of the earth, carrying a vast and ancient majesty that instantly overwhelmed every sound in the arena.

The specially made 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 by no means an ordinary white tiger.

Its entire body was snow-white, its fur like the finest silk, glowing beneath the sunlight with a jade-like sheen, gentle yet ice cold.

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

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

And its eyes—

One blue, one gold.

Its left