Ouyang looked at Xiao Feng's honest, simple face, a jumble of feelings stirring in his heart.
The lad still had no idea what he would face in the future. He should have collected the blood essence of the Five Directional Divine Beasts, but Hu Bing of the Tiger Clan had beaten him to it, taking the inheritance of the White Tiger, one of the Five Directional Divine Beasts, first.
In other words, the lad's collection of blood essence from the Five Directional Divine Beasts was incomplete; he still lacked the White Tiger's blood essence. This also explained why, within the Blood Lake, the White Tiger, which should have been the same size as the other Five Directional Divine Beasts, had been no more than a little kitten.
Xiao Feng needed to gather the blood essence of the Five Directional Divine Beasts, and now that Hu Bing had obtained the White Tiger's blood essence, a battle to the death between the two was inevitable.
Even if Xiao Feng won, how could the White Tiger's blood essence, already merged into Hu Bing's body, be so easily stripped out again?
Ouyang's gaze fell once more on that thin figure. There could only ever be one of each innate divine beast; that was a rule of this world. Hopefully, this foolish lad would realize it before then!
Yet Xiao Feng, oblivious, had the Dragon King Envoy behind him open the way to Takama-ga-hara, the Half-Demon capital, eager to show his Eldest Senior Brother what he had achieved over the past few years.
Holding the little fox, with Zhao Qiansun following behind him, Ouyang stepped through the Teleportation Gate at Xiao Feng's dogged insistence.
As the world spun before his eyes, densely packed figures gathered before the Teleportation Gate.
The instant Xiao Feng appeared, they