"I've decided. From now on, my Knuckle Duster Martial Soul will be called Justice Iron Fist!"
However, just as Lu Feng was preparing to put the White Tiger out of its misery, two figures burst out from the distant woods and rushed toward him.
"Stop!" the leading burly man shouted.
A powerful surge of Soul Power erupted from the man's body. Muscles bulged all over him as a thick layer of brown fur covered his body, making him look as though he had transformed into a humanoid Brown Bear.
The man had originally been around 1.6 meters tall, but after Martial Soul Possession, he had grown beyond 2.5 meters.
Even more terrifyingly, seven Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—circled his body in rhythm.
A Soul Sage!
Beside the burly man stood a sturdy young Soul Master. He wore a white fitted outfit and had long, straight golden hair. Strangely, his eyes were two different colors: gold and blue.
The young man's Martial Soul was a White Tiger, with two yellow Soul Rings circling him.
The moment Lu Feng saw the pair, he recognized them.
Zhao Wuji!
Dai Mubai!
"Why are they here?" A trace of confusion rose in Lu Feng's eyes.
He glanced at the White Tiger lying on the ground and immediately understood.
So that was it!
In the original story, Dai Mubai's third Soul Ring must have come from this Sacred White Tiger.
Resistance to abnormal conditions, attack power, defense, and strength would all double at once. And it lasted a full half hour!
What an excellent Sacred White Tiger!
What an excellent White Tiger Vajra Transformation!
Lu Feng frowned slightly, his eyes flickering. "Judging by their posture, if I kill this White Tiger now, I definitely won't be able to absorb its Soul Ring either."