Chapter 46: The Hundred-Thousand-Year White Tiger King

It spoke!

Not only did the soul beast possess a domain, but it could also speak!

Flender, Zhao Wuji, and Dai Mubai all felt chills run down their spines, their backs drenched in cold sweat.

A talking soul beast… Was this really just a twenty-thousand-year beast?

To hell with that—this was clearly a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast King!

Flender and Zhao Wuji felt like crying.

How was it their "luck" to stumble upon a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in the mixed zone of the Star Dou Forest? And a tiger soul beast at that!

Zhao Wuji gulped nervously and took a shaky step forward, bowing slightly toward the White Tiger.

"Great King, we have intruded here by mistake. Please, Great King, spare us. We would be forever grateful…"

His voice trembled, and his legs quivered.

He was this close to kneeling outright.

How could they be so unlucky? Who could they even complain to?

"Roar…"

The White Tiger didn't even bother glancing at Zhao Wuji. With a roar of dismissal, it turned its gaze back to Dai Mubai.

Seeing this, Flender and Zhao Wuji knew that negotiations were pointless.

Zhao Wuji's expression hardened as he looked at Dai Mubai.

"Mubai, you need to leave now. Flender and I will hold it back. If… if we don't make it, you must grow stronger and avenge us someday!"

As he spoke, both Zhao Wuji and Flender's seventh soul rings flared to life simultaneously—Martial Soul True Body!

Zhao Wuji grabbed the dazed Dai Mubai, and with all his strength, he hurled him into the distance.

"Run!"

The next moment, Zhao Wuji charged toward the White Tiger with a roar of defiance.

He didn't know if he would live or die, but he had to save Dai Mubai.

After all, this was the boy who avenged him by severely injuring Tang San. Even setting that aside, for the years of wine Dai Mubai had treated him to, Zhao Wuji owed him this.

Dai Mubai had immense potential—perhaps enough to become the Emperor of Star Luo or even a Title Douluo someday. If anyone could avenge them, it would be him.

"Roar…"

With both Zhao Wuji and Flender activating their Martial Soul True Bodies, their short-term strength now rivaled Soul Douluo.

One charged on the ground, while the other attacked from the air.

The White Tiger's eyes gleamed with fury.

Two insignificant humans dare challenge me?

"Roar…"

The White Tiger let out a deafening roar as its form vanished.

Tigers are the kings of beasts—fast and deadly.

In a flash, the White Tiger appeared directly in front of Zhao Wuji and swatted him with a paw.

Simultaneously, it raised its head and fired a golden energy beam at Flender—one that looked strikingly similar to Dai Mubai's White Tiger Light Wave.

The results were immediate.

Both Zhao Wuji and Flender were struck down in an instant, their bodies crashing heavily into the ground.

The power gap was just too great.

"Cough… Is the difference really this big?"

Zhao Wuji muttered weakly before his head slumped to the side, unconscious.

Flender fared no better, also knocked out cold.

Dai Mubai, who had been preparing to flee with tears in his eyes: "…"

Wait a minute. Dean, Vice Dean!

You're down already?

You didn't even last three seconds!

The White Tiger's gaze shifted back to Dai Mubai.

At that moment, Dai Mubai realized he couldn't escape.

This White Tiger had clearly set its sights on him. Zhao Wuji and Flender had merely been collateral damage.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

If I can't escape, I'll fight!

Dai Mubai's White Tiger Sacred King martial soul activated, golden light enveloping his body as his aura surged.

For a brief moment, the White Tiger's entire body trembled. A look of nostalgia flickered in its tiger eyes.

Then, it spoke again—its voice low and heavy with emotion.

"Will you strike me, my lord?"

Dai Mubai froze, utterly baffled.

What the hell was it talking about?

Its tone was filled with sorrow, almost as if it had been abandoned. There was even a hint of grievance in its voice.

Subconsciously, Dai Mubai took two steps back.

But the White Tiger didn't move. Instead, it lay down on the ground and spoke softly.

"Lord Sacred King, you have finally returned…"

"Since your passing, the Dragon Clan imposed a rule:"

"No tiger soul beast shall become king."

"Those cowards banded together to stop my Tiger Clan from breaking the 200,000-year limit. If any tiger beast reaches 200,000 years, they all join forces to hunt it down."

"Even breaking 100,000 years is considered their 'mercy.'"

"They are afraid. They are terrified. They fear our Tiger Clan reclaiming its former glory!"

As it spoke, the White Tiger's aura surged violently, its killing intent palpable—so strong it seemed to take physical form.

The hatred and rage were unmistakable.

Long ago, dragons and tigers had clashed, and in the end, the tigers had lost.

But tiger soul beasts had always been formidable—equal to dragons in their prime. The White Tiger was the best among them, the very symbol of strength and majesty.

However, the tigers' aggressive nature and bloodlust had ultimately led to their suppression.

It was laughable. Dragons claimed moral superiority, yet how many ordinary soul beasts had they hunted?

The so-called "justice" of the Dragon Clan was nothing more than hypocrisy.

If the dragons truly cared for soul beasts, why would they divide them into classes?

Ordinary soul beasts. Dragon-blooded soul beasts. The Dragon Clan itself.

When had they ever truly regarded other soul beasts as equals?

After a long pause, the White Tiger's killing intent faded. It spoke again, its tone somber.

"Lord Sacred King, will you lead us to restore the Tiger Clan's former glory?"

Dai Mubai frowned and replied honestly, "I'm human. I'm not the White Tiger Sacred King."

He wasn't about to deceive this White Tiger.

Having seen Douluo Dalu 2 and 3, Dai Mubai had often wondered why there were no prominent tiger-type soul beasts among the Ferocious Beasts.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger had always struck him as odd—it was just an ordinary White Tiger infused with the power of the Evil God.

Yet even at 60,000 years of cultivation, it nearly killed Tang San, who wielded a Seagod's trident and had completed the Seagod's seventh trial.

Had its shield not been shattered by Tang San's Purple God Light, there might never have been a God King Tang San.

"Impossible. No human could possess a body strong enough to carry the White Tiger Sacred King's martial soul," the White Tiger replied, shaking its head.

"Even an ordinary White Tiger soul is the pinnacle of human limits."

"Perhaps your memory has not yet returned. When it does, you will remember the Tiger Clan's glory."

Dai Mubai: "…"

I'm not, I didn't, don't make stuff up!

"You must have come here to obtain…"

(End of Chapter)