Both were experts in the inscription realm, with identical major and minor realms, so they only needed to begin fighting.
The rule of the Number One Under Heaven Martial Dao Tournament was to fight at the same realm. If their realms differed, the lower-realm cultivator would choose whether to raise their own realm or suppress their opponent's.
"The Double-Pupiled One. What a mighty reputation."
"But before Western Mound, your only choice is to kneel!" a pure-blooded creature roared. He radiated a savage, murderous aura, white light flowing over every strand of fur-the killing intent of warfare and the power of seventh-heavenly-stem metal.
He was also a white tiger, but unlike Useless Gong Baiwan, he was a true king of beasts who had fought his way out from among Western Mound's countless creatures.
He had not originally been a pure-blooded creature, but a mixed-blood white tiger.
In the Western Mound Beast District, where bloodlines mattered greatly, such origins received little regard.
However, changes had occurred in the Western Mound Beast District, and its upper ranks had opened up resources to select fresh blood.
He had seized this opportunity, fighting his way out of encirclement step by step from the bottom-he had battled a Nine-Headed Lion and defeated a true pure-blood white tiger.
Finally, he had bathed in the Western Mound Blood Pool, expelling the impurities within him and transforming completely into a pure-blood white tiger.
Precisely because of this, his heart brimmed with pride.
He had defeated so many pure-blooded creatures. Defeating mere frail humans would surely be as easy as taking something into his hand.
"I'll finish you quickly!" the white tiger declared arrogantly. "I still want to meet a true descendant of a True Dragon!"
That bloodline, that majesty-just one glance made his whole body tremble. This was an