He had lost.
In the sky, the Holy Arbiter's body lay in pieces.
His blood was evaporated by Sunrise in the East.
Only his head still held an expression of terror.
"Is this... the power of the Dragon Kingdom's faith?"
He stared at Little White Tiger and Instructor, unwilling to accept defeat.
Eight Awakenings against Nine Awakenings, an unyielding spirit against a mighty foe.
At that moment, he seemed to understand why the Dragon Kingdom had defeated his ancestors time and again.
An ordinary fighter at Eight Awakenings would not even have the courage to draw a blade against someone at Nine Awakenings, but Little White Tiger was different.
The stronger his enemy, the stronger he became.
"Fucking Nine Awakenings? Nothing special." Little White Tiger arrogantly pulled out a cigarette and offered it to Instructor.
The latter shook his head gravely. Rather than being excited by the Holy Arbiter's defeat, he looked deeply troubled. "He's not dead yet."
"Not dead yet?"
In the sky.
The Holy Arbiter's bare head plummeted.
Sunrise in the East had completely destroyed his body, and even an attack like that had not killed him?
"His life force hasn't faded." Instructor pressed Little White Tiger's shoulder meaningfully. "Be careful."
Sure enough,
as the head fell,
countless fibers sprouted beneath it, growing wildly like tentacles before reconstructing his flesh.
Little White Tiger's eyes widened in disbelief.
Not even he or Old Ninth possessed such terrifying regenerative ability.
By the time he fell to an altitude of ten thousand meters, the Holy Arbiter had already regrown his upper body.
Sinews, bones, and skin regenerated before their eyes.
One thousand meters.
He had already regrown his limbs.
One hundred meters, and skin as tender as a baby's formed.
He landed.
Boom!
New hair grew from the Holy Arbiter's pores,