Divine Beast White Tiger

Inside a cave that constantly gave off an eerie blue glow.

A man and a tiger stared at each other, eyes wide.

At last, Dai Tian ran out of patience and called to the White Tiger.

"Senior?"

Whether it had finished venting or the eerie blue light was affecting it, the enormous White Tiger seemed listless.

"If you've got something to say, say it while I still have the strength to talk to you."

The White Tiger's words left Dai Tian baffled.

Seriously? You led me here, asked me a question, and I answered. Then you went crazy, fell silent, and now you say that?

If I could beat you, I'd make a whole-tiger feast and see how you taste.

"Senior, who are you? And where is this?"

Dai Tian tried asking.

But his questions clearly displeased the White Tiger.

"You came all this way to see me, and those are the only worthless questions you've got?"

"Forget it. I'll answer to pass the time."

The White Tiger's words drew a few dark lines across Dai Tian's forehead.

He wanted to shout at the tiger: Weren't you the one who led me here? Why are you acting like I came to see you on my own?

A person—no, a tiger—couldn't be like that. At least, he shouldn't be.

Despite what he thought, Dai Tian did not dare show it. This big fellow looked formidable. One puff of breath from him could probably reduce Dai Tian to ashes, and Dai Tian had no desire to die.

"This is the Primordial Battlefield, a place His Majesty the Human Emperor created to stop an invasion from the Otherworld."

"As for me? Can't you tell? I'm the White Tiger, the Slaughter Divine Beast, one of the Four Divine Beasts. You don't even recognize me?