The sight was so terrifying that Wang Ansheng stared dumbfounded.
What were these people? Why was every last one of them so shameless? Who went around claiming random people as their ancestors?
Wang Ansheng was somewhat annoyed. Just as he was about to suppress them and loudly declare that this was his family's ancestor—
A fierce gale suddenly swept down from the sky.
In an instant, sand and stones flew through the air. The entire sky overhead seemed shrouded by a heavy layer of astral wind, dark and oppressive enough to make hearts tremble.
Everyone instinctively looked up, only to discover that an enormous white tiger had appeared overhead at some unknown time.
It stood upon the void on all fours, astral winds swirling around its body. Its clear golden tiger eyes swept over the crowd with apparent indifference, yet its gaze felt tangible, making everyone's hearts sink.
It felt as though a massive mountain had suddenly been pressed onto their chests, leaving them tight-chested and short of breath.
A... a white tiger?
In an instant, everyone's charging steps halted. They looked up at the scene in utter shock.
The entire venue fell silent as a graveyard.
Even Wang Ansheng swallowed back the words on the tip of his tongue, his gaze upon the white tiger becoming incomparably solemn.
Judging from its aura, this white tiger was of an extremely high rank—at least one level above Wang Ansheng himself!
An eighteenth-rank white tiger!
At this rank and with this strength, it might not be utterly unparalleled in the Immortal Realm, but it was still an exceedingly rare and powerful pseudo-divine beast.
Needless to say, this eighteenth-rank white tiger was naturally Wang Yinhu.
This time, Wang Longyan had gone out to temper her sword intent. Though she was within Profound Heaven