White Tiger Like a Dog

Dai Mubai's expression darkened.

In his eyes, the Zhu Family was nothing more than an appendage of the Dai Family.

To put it bluntly, they were dogs kept in a pen.

The so-called generations of intermarriage were merely shackles the imperial family used to preserve its bloodline.

The women of the Zhu Family had been born as tools to serve the men of the Dai Family, their purpose in life being to bear even better descendants.

So when he had been unable to defeat Dai Weisi and chose to flee, he had never once considered taking Zhu Zhuqing with him.

What did her life or death have to do with him?

But now, Zhu Zhuqing was determined not to leave with him.

Those deep eyes held nothing but icy contempt and disgust.

As though she were looking at a revolting insect!

Dai Mubai's face sank. He discarded his pretense of affection, his gaze turning sharp and sinister as his tone hardened:

"Zhu Zhuqing, come with me immediately.

Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude.

The gap between our strength is an insurmountable chasm!"

Zhu Zhuqing sneered.

An insurmountable chasm?

A Soul Elder who had cultivated to over level thirty on the imperial family's piled-up resources—

Saying that to a Soul Grandmaster abandoned by her family and left to survive alone was truly laughable.

"Exactly!"

Xiao Wu nodded repeatedly at the side.

"You got beaten so badly by that drunkard and yet you're still completely devoted to him. You're far too lovestruck!

That blondie talks harshly, but he wants to help you escape your misery!"

"Shut up!"

Zhu Zhuqing snapped coldly, though her body swayed slightly.

The continuous flight had drained all her strength. Although her wounds had mostly healed,

the weakness from blood loss remained, and her eyelids were so heavy she could barely lift them.

She had never imagined that after making it to the hotel, she would still encounter someone as disgusting as Dai Mubai.

There was not a trace of respect in the way he looked at her now.

He was examining her like an object that should have belonged to him.

Where did his arrogance come from?

She suddenly understood.

In Dai Mubai's eyes,

she was his fiancée.

She was the Dai Family's property.

No matter how recklessly he behaved, he had the right to take her back.

Gritting her teeth, she stared at Dai Mubai and said word by word:

"He is my lifesaving benefactor. Don't twist black into white!!"

Then she turned to the girl in the pink dress and the boy in blue.

"My injuries were caused by enemies hunting me down.

If my benefactor hadn't saved me, I would have died long ago.

You don't know what happened, so stop butting in. It's incredibly annoying!"

Her gaze returned to Dai Mubai.

"This blond-haired Dai Mubai is a coward with no sense of responsibility who only loves himself!"

"Shut your mouth!"

Dai Mubai's expression changed drastically as he cut her off with an angry shout.

He could not let Zhu Zhuqing reveal the truth in public.

He was a prince of the Star Luo Empire. The imperial family's dignity could not be lost.

He abruptly raised his hand, his arm transforming into a tiger claw, his five fingers curling like hooks.

Soul Power condensed into sharp light as he leaped forward, lunging at Zhu Zhuqing with a howling gale.

He would seize her and take her back for a proper lesson, making her learn to be a gentle, obedient woman.

Or he could simply keep her locked away.

His gaze swept over her body.

After not seeing her for years, her figure had developed so well.

Possessiveness surged within him, and the corners of his lips curled up involuntarily.

Zhu Zhuqing was so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open, relying entirely on sheer willpower.

Dai Mubai's attack came whistling toward her with fierce wind, the golden light on his claw tips rapidly enlarging in her pupils.

She wanted to dodge, but her body felt as heavy as lead.

"How can you hit someone!"

Xiao Wu widened her eyes and was about to rush forward when Tang San grabbed her arm.

"Don't meddle."

Tang San's voice was steady.

Just as the tiger claw was about to seize her,

Fang Fan's finger moved, so lightly that it was almost imperceptible.

The next moment, a streak of seven-colored light shot from his fingertip.

It was so fast that it tore through the air, producing a piercing whistle.

"Whoosh—"

Dai Mubai's pupils contracted sharply. A powerful sense of danger washed over him like ice water.

Every hair on his body stood on end, as though he had been targeted by a ten-thousand-year soul beast, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped him.

His expression changed dramatically as he withdrew his tiger claw and forcibly halted his forward charge.

But he was still too slow!

"Whoosh!"

A seven-colored sword of light skimmed past his face.

The airflow slashed painfully across his cheek, and a cut opened on the back of his hand, blood seeping out.

Then came a muffled boom.

The light sword pierced through the wall behind him, leaving a long narrow hole as cracks spread outward like a spiderweb.

Dai Mubai lowered his head to look at his bleeding hand, cold sweat breaking out across his back.

What was that seven-colored thing?

He suddenly turned to look at the long, narrow smoking hole in the wall. The cut was smooth, and the inner walls were scorched black.

It was clearly a sword mark—a sword so fast it was nearly invisible.

He had never seen an attack this fast, so fast that even Soul Power fluctuations had no time to spread.

"Who the hell dared to sneak attack this young master!"

He looked around, his gaze passing over the boy in blue and the girl in pink.

Tang San's expression was calm, while Xiao Wu spread her hands. It was not them.

Finally, his gaze fell on the white-clad youth draped over Zhu Zhuqing, drunk and bleary-eyed.

The instant Zhu Zhuqing saw the seven-colored light, her heart skipped a beat.

It was exactly the same color as the light sword that had descended from the sky on the wasteland.

Was he awake?

She tilted her face to look at the handsome face resting on her shoulder.

His eyelashes lay quietly over his eyelids, his breathing was even, and there was still a faint smile on his lips.

No matter how she looked at him, he did not seem awake.

Yet the sword light had clearly shot out from his direction.

Was he pretending to sleep?

Dai Mubai followed her gaze and locked onto the drunkard.

Zhu Zhuqing had said that this drunkard had saved her.

If he truly could have rescued her from so many pursuers, then his strength was definitely extraordinary.

If that attack just now had truly come from him,

why had there been no Soul Power fluctuation?

And with his own eyesight, he could not even see through Fang Fan's Soul Power Level.

As long as someone launched an attack, they would release Soul Power.

If someone's Soul Power Level was higher than his, he could sense its depth.

But there was no trace of Soul Power fluctuations around this drunkard.

That could only mean one thing:

His Soul Power Level was higher than his own.

He was several years younger, yet his Soul Power was higher?

Did that not mean he was at least a Soul Ancestor?

Of course, that was only his guess. He did not know whether it was true!

But he probably was not, so Dai Mubai decided to take a gamble!

"Whoosh—"

Dai Mubai hesitated no longer and abruptly leaped into the air.

Soul Power boiled and surged through his entire body as three soul rings rose beneath his feet: two yellow and one purple.

The White Tiger Wuhun instantly possessed him. A dark black king-character pattern appeared on his forehead, while his eyes became evil, vertical pupils that glimmered with cold golden light.

Sharp tiger claws extended from all ten of his fingers, flashing with a chilling gleam.

Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, he pounced at the two of them, wrapped in a fierce gale.

"Roar—"

This claw strike carried a tiger's roar. A faint golden light flashed from its tips as it tore five white streams of air through the atmosphere.

"You're so noisy."

A lazy voice rang out, heavy with drunkenness and impatience.

Fang Fan stretched and yawned without even opening his eyes.

He casually flicked his right hand outward, as lazily as though swatting away an annoying fly.

"Clang—"

A clear sword cry rang through the hall.

A seven-colored sword of light shot from Fang Fan's fingertip, so fast that it left only a blurred afterimage.

Xiao Wu's eyes widened, but she could not see anything at all. She could only hear the sword cry echoing.

Tang San's heart tightened. He instantly pushed Purple Demon Eyes to its limit and only then barely caught a blurred flash of seven colors.

In an instant, the light sword had reached Dai Mubai in midair.

A stormy sea rose in Tang San's heart.

No soul rings, no soul skills, not even a trace of Soul Power fluctuations—

And a casual flick of his hand contained such terrifying power?

"White Tiger Body Barrier!"

Dai Mubai sensed the approaching danger. His entire body went cold, as though Death's scythe had been pressed against his throat.

With an angry roar, a white barrier instantly expanded around him, condensed to near solidity.