Who could help me?

Although it was a pity for him not to be able to refine Jīliè into one of his puppets, he also wasn't the type of hypocrite person that will insist on a thing even tho he knows that something was off.

With his adventure and thousands of encounters with beasts, he learned a thing or two about them.

He didn't act harshly when he decided to kill the white tiger.

To explain things easier, not all beasts were easy to deal with, especially those who have an ancient bloodline.

Beasts with ancient bloodlines were rare yet, after all, rarely doesn't mean extinct, they still exist but it was bad luck or luck depends on the situation to meet them.

Although it wasn't easy to break the shackles and activate the bloodlines for those special types of beats, it would automatically open when they encounter great danger.

Once their ancient bloodline got activated, it then would be a big headache for the puppeteers.

Because bloodlines could help the Host enhance their will. It would make things difficult for the puppeteers to refine them by then.

Another of the advantages of the beast with ancient bloodlines was their aptitude.

With bloodline activation, their aptitude will soar from limited to limitless. From being a peasant into a Phoenix or a Dragon.

With this knowledge, the Young Master felt reluctant to continue his plan anymore.

It was just a waste of time, after all.

Scratching his head, a sense of enlightenment entered his mind.

'If it would be a difficult task to refine him into a puppet, it is okay! However, if the near impossible and big chance of failure solely because of the bloodline it owned, it should be better to just kill him! '

He thought that the beast was using some kind of treasures or eaten some kind of pill, however, now, he found out that he was just a fool.

It turned out he was strong because of the berserk and the bloodline.

There was a mark of kimera at the butt of the tiger showing the bloodline it has was under activation.

He didn't expect that one day, he, the Young Master, would do something he would think just a waste of time.

However, there was no way to know if someone has an ancient bloodline if you wanted to know beforehand.

Maybe, it was just like luck got drained today.

And maybe, because he was still too weak to successfully refine something like this beast.

The most depressing thing was, he met a beast with an ancient bloodline, turned it into his enemy yet unconsciously helped it found a new path of power

With the threat he showed, the bloodline then got activated!

What a pain!

It should be only a matter of time before the white tiger becomes a powerful beast.

If that was the case!

A cruel light lit in his eyes as he thought of a solution.

Playing the knives in his hand, he then said,

'If that was the case, then just kill the cab, before it grows more fangs and bites me! '

There was no need to think for more impossible things.

He will and he must kill the white tiger as early as possible.

Carelessness wasn't an option anymore!

'Forget it! '

After a while, he shook his head and came back to his senses.

He looked at the back of the white tiger and gritted his teeth.

He finally made up his mind.

'Kill! '

With the voice inside his mind, telling him to kill. The Young Master flicked his body and flew towards his foe.

* Whoosh *

With his sudden movement, although he didn't turn into a shadow, you can barely see him as he turned into afterimages.

When he arrived near the shield, he hopped to the thin air, with the knives in his grip, he ready himself to stab the shield and the white tiger from the top.

"Haaaa! "

Boom *

Sprout *

With the power of the knives added the speed that the Young Demon just performed and some forces, when the tip of the knives touched the shield, it shattered in an instant.

There was no sound of cracks but instant break.

After a while, a sound of knives and meat also screeched.

The knives successfully stab the white tiger's spine.

Sprout*

The attack was sneak, the white tiger wasn't prepared.

When he sensed the incoming danger, it was already late, the Demon successfully broke his shield and even hit his back.

With the damages from the previous battle and this new damage, the exhaustion from keeping the shield on, and the activation of berserk, he fell to the ground and lost all of his strength, yet at once.

However, it wasn't the end of all. The knives in his back were then controlled by the Demon suddenly rotated 360° before it was taken off from his flesh.

Blood spewed everywhere as the white tiger cried in pain.

A piece of flesh was hooked and separated from his body by the knives.

Watching the white tiger ailing in pain, the Young Master felt relief in his heart.

With the command of the Young Master, the men in black robes then summoned their hidden skills and attacked the almost lifeless white tiger.

Sprout*

Like a piece of meat, he was being cutter without any mercy.

With pain all over the boy, he was nothing yet nothing to the eyes of the enemy.

Roar *

A faint roar came out from the white tiger, he tried to stand up but fell once again. He can't help but curse in his mind.

'Too ruthless!'

'Embarrassing!'

'Whores! '

Unfortunately, he can only curse in mind but can't voice it out.

His strength, the beast qi inside him was also slowly depleting, even his cultivation level was weakened to its weakest state.

The Yama was now waving at him.

"Haha !!!"

Amid his despair, a loud laugher echoed in his two ears - no longer surprised - it came from the Young Master of the Demons.

He laughed as he happily waved the bloody knife he was holding, happily looking at the severe condition of White Tiger.

"Are you a white tiger or what ?! You are a red tiger not white, you know!? " Young Demon mocked sarcastically.

The white tiger did not respond to the insult, or, could no longer answer back.

His eyelids were heavy and he was about to lose his consciousness at any given time.

'Who can help me!? ' Despite his condition, even tho its a wishful thinking, he just thought that maybe someone will come and help him.

Although the rules inside this forest were meat eat meat, he can't help but wish that maybe there was a good Samaritan.