"My methods are of the utmost hardness and strength. Nothing in this world can withstand me, let alone your two brats' barrier. Even a Spirit World Master commanding hundreds of spirit world soldiers has been slain by me in a single strike," the White Tiger said, its face full of pride.
"Hundreds of spirit world soldiers? Egg, what level of Spirit World Master is that?" Chu Feng asked in his heart, because he really wanted to know how strong that level of master would be.
"Fool. Spirit world beings and Spirit World Masters forge a contract. When a Spirit World Master's mental power reaches a certain level, as long as the master allows, the spirit beings can enter the living world with their own intelligence to fight for the Spirit World Master," Egg explained.
"And the number of spirit beings controlled is a measure of a Spirit World Master's strength. A Spirit World Master controlling hundreds of spirit beings has at least reached the peak of the King Realm—a peak-level Martial King."
"That powerful?" Chu Feng was shocked. Slashing a peak-level Martial King in one strike proved two things. First, it meant the previous owner of this White Tiger Offensive Art was formidable, likely the legendary figure of the Nine Provinces Continent, Qing Xuantian. Second, it proved the White Tiger Offensive Art itself was exceptional. After all, Spirit World Masters specialized in barrier arts, known as the world's strongest defensive methods. Being able to break through and kill in one strike was testament to its power.
No wonder the former Murong Xiaoyao was said to possess unparalleled offensive means—it must have been thanks to this White Tiger Offensive Art. Secret techniques truly lived up to their reputation.
"In short, my capabilities are unmatched in the world. As you brat said, sleeping here doesn't bother me, but it would be a pity for the world. So I have decided to emerge and let the world witness my glory once more," the White Tiger said, circling in the air, its words sounding boastful. But even though it spoke too directly and with exaggerated confidence, neither Chu Feng nor the purple-clad girl doubted its words. This was clearly the legendary secret technique.
"You two brats, although your characters are both lacking, your aptitudes are passable. Fight each other. The winner will receive my legacy. How well you can utilize my abilities depends entirely on your own aptitude," the White Tiger suddenly declared, its tone tinged with regret.
"However, don't worry. Even if your aptitudes are terrible, I won't blame you, because I never doubt my own judgment. Just like Murong Xiaoyao back then—so mediocre—yet I never said he was useless or blamed him, after all, he was once chosen by me."
"What? Murong Xiaoyao was mediocre? Was he really mediocre back then? You never said he was useless? So what are you complaining about now?" Chu Feng was inwardly irritated. This so-called secret technique was nothing but an arrogant, conceited, narcissistic freak.
But then again, it had every right to be. Otherwise, Chu Feng and the purple-clad girl wouldn't be so respectful to it now, hoping to win its favor.
However, it seemed talking was useless now. The White Tiger had spoken—Chu Feng and the purple-clad girl were to fight, and the victor would gain its power.
"What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and fight! Hesitate, and I might change my mind," the White Tiger barked, scanning them with clear dissatisfaction.
"Die!"
As soon as the White Tiger finished, the purple-clad girl attacked like lightning. Purple flames surged once more, her black hair turned completely white, and her violet eyes glinted with killing intent—she was bent on killing Chu Feng.
The purple flames bore down like a fierce beast. Chu Feng didn't back down either. He stepped forward, back straight, golden bow in his left hand, golden arrow in his right.
The bow was drawn to a full moon; the arrow shot like a meteor. A storm of arrows turned into golden rain, blasting toward the purple flames. But to Chu Feng's surprise, the seemingly ethereal purple flames weren't fragile at all—they were like walls of bronze and iron.
Despite the power of his Hundred Transformations Bow, after penetrating a few layers of purple flames, the arrows inevitably slowed, were eventually blocked, and shattered into nothingness.
More importantly, while the bow was blocked, it failed to stop the purple flames' advance. At that moment, the purple flames, carrying tremendous force, were rushing straight at Chu Feng from the front.
It descended from the sky like an unstoppable waterfall and an invincible torrent. Only Chu Feng, who was in the thick of it, understood the full extent of its power.
"Hmph!"
But Chu Feng wasn't one to be bullied. He snorted coldly, and without panic, just as the purple flames were about to crash down, he activated his Void Flight Technique, easily dodging aside.
*Swish swish swish!* But what Chu Feng didn't expect was that almost simultaneously with his evasion, the purple flames split apart, transforming into countless purple flame-hands that clawed toward him. Even their speed increased several times over.
*Boom! Boom! Boom!* Those flame-hands were incredibly powerful. Each time they struck the specially textured ground, they left behind deep craters.
Dust flew, stone chips danced, and Chu Feng darted like a nimble monkey among the countless purple hands. Although his speed meant the hands couldn't quite catch him, he was undoubtedly forced into a passive position.
While dodging, Chu Feng focused his gaze and saw that the purple-clad girl hadn't moved a single step from where she stood, watching him with a contemptuous look, as if he were a fish on the chopping block awaiting her knife.
"Stinking brat! Did you really think I'm a sick cat just because I don't roar?"
In that instant, Chu Feng suddenly halted his evasive movements. As his will shifted, golden lightning flickered in his eyes. At the same time, the space around him rippled, and fine golden lightning surged forth, forming a humanoid shield guarding his front. His aura instantly rose from the first level of the Xuan Martial Realm to the second level.
*Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!* Just then, the several purple flame-hands attacked from all directions, nearly sealing off all of Chu Feng's escape routes. They bombarded his body in a relentless barrage. The powerful impact mixed the purple flames with shattered rock, making the tomb tremble and shake again and again.
However, under this onslaught, the purple-clad girl, instead of looking pleased, grew anxious. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and her moist, bright eyes turned grave.
As for the White Tiger in the air, a beast-like smile curved the corner of its mouth. It remarked lightly, "Kind of interesting."