White Tiger Fourth Ring

Dai Mubai's Fourth Soul Ring did not have to wait until the next day.

Bai Jin had said they would settle it before dinner, so the group really did return to Sunset Forest that afternoon. Ning Fengzhi had wanted to advise against it; after absorbing an Immortal Herb, it was best to spend a few days letting its effects settle. But when he saw the look in the Shrek team's eyes, he swallowed his words.

Young people had only just tasted what it felt like to grow stronger. This was no time to pour cold water on them.

Besides, Bai Jin was there.

A stretch of Shattered Stone Ridge lay on the western side of Sunset Forest. Its terrain was open, and tiger-type Soul Beasts often appeared there. Following claw marks and lingering traces of its aura, Tang San soon tracked down a Star-Patterned Tiger around 4,800 years old.

The Star-Patterned Tiger was enormous, with a ring of silver-white markings on its forehead. When it ran, it looked as though a meteor trailed behind it. It did not flee when it spotted them. Instead, it lowered its body and let out a deep growl.

Dai Mubai stepped forward and summoned his White Tiger Martial Soul.

The Immortal Herb had made his muscles and bones denser. When the phantom White Tiger appeared, it sent faint ripples through the air.

"I'll take the lead," Dai Mubai said.

Zhu Zhuqing moved to the flank. "I'll cut off its retreat."

Tang San nodded. "I'll bind its legs. Rongrong, don't keep your boosts up the whole time. Give him strength and Soul Power when it charges. Fatty, block the left. Oscar, get ready to heal."

Bai Jin squatted on a rock, chin in hand. "Good plan. You fight. I'll watch the show."

Ma Hongjun muttered,