Dai Mubai's Disbelief

"Evolved... evolved..."

He murmured the word over and over, then suddenly jerked his head up, his eyes shot through with blood. "Why?! We both have the White Tiger Spirit, so why can yours evolve?!

"I'm the one who should be the rightful heir of the Star Luo Imperial Family! I'm the legitimate son of the Dai Family!"

His voice was filled with resentment, jealousy, and a trace of... fear that even he himself refused to admit.

If Dai Chengfeng's White Tiger had truly evolved to such an extent, then did the inheritance rules of the Star Luo Imperial Family, that cruel tradition of brothers fighting one another, still have any meaning?

Dai Chengfeng looked at his elder brother's twisted face and shook his head lightly.

"Dai Mubai, ask yourself honestly. Over these years, have you ever truly tried to understand your spirit, to unearth its deeper power?"

"You only treated it as a tool, a tool to prove yourself and fight for power."

"But a spirit has life. How you treat it is how it will repay you."

Those words struck Dai Mubai's heart like a heavy hammer. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Dai Chengfeng no longer looked at him. His gaze swept over Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar, finally returning to Tang San.

"Are you still going to fight?"

Tang San took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart.

He glanced at the pale-faced Dai Mubai, then looked at Ma Hongjun and Oscar, who were surprised but whose fighting spirit had not faded, and slowly clenched his fists.

His Purple Demon Eyes circulated at full power. He could see that although the White Tiger Phantom behind Dai Chengfeng was terrifying, Dai Chengfeng's own soul power fluctuations still remained steadily at the