The white tiger expert injured by Qin Wentian crawled up with difficulty. He was in his true form, blood could be seen around his maw as he roared. Right now, he was in an extremely miserable state. An attack by Qin Wentian actually caused him to be so heavily injured.
"You guys are planning to attack in a group because you were defeated? Are you guys considered kings among the greater demons with such deplorable behavior?" Qin Wentian's mocking expression grew even more intense when he saw the other white tigers stepping forward.
Many of the greater demons in the surroundings were all shocked by the power of Qin Wentian's punch. The might contained within the legendary saint-grade immortal foundation was truly tyrannical. His attacking strength was actually high enough to directly suppress an expert from the white tiger race.
"The White Tiger Race was actually humiliated by a lowly human." Another voice filled with mocking rang out, it was from a member of the Sky Roc Race once more.
"Shut up." A low voice growled. An extremely demonic young man walked out, he stood at the central core position of many other white tigers, as though he was a king among kings.
His eyes turned over, staring at the sky roc as he coldly spoke, "If your Sky Roc Race wants a fight, I don't mind playing with you all."
"White-eye, you are a king from the royal faction of the White Tiger Race. If you wish to fight, there naturally would be someone from my Sky Roc Race willing to accompany you. However now, it is the humans who humiliated your race and not my Sky Roc Race who did so." The eyes of that expert from the Sky Roc Race turned sharp. Clearly, he knew the identity of this demonic young man from the White Tiger Race was extremely extraordinary.
Both the Sky Roc Race and the White Tiger Race are two extremely powerful demonic races from the Western Regions. The White Tiger Race had the title of kings among greater demons of the current generation. But even so, there are still members of the royal faction within the White Tiger Race, making them king among kings. This was like the concept of the Southern Phoenix Clan having many holy maidens but there would only be one Holy Successor.
Those from the royal faction of the White Tiger Race have a pure king-graded bloodline.
Demons were different from humans, they placed great emphasis on one's bloodline. The purer one's bloodline was, the greater his potential would be.
Within the demonic races, their bloodlines were graded with the same scale as immortal foundations. There were three levels of mortal-grade bloodlines, king/emperor grade and saint-grade. For those experts from the White Tiger Race, all of them had pure bloodlines yet the purity of their blood differed. For those of the Royal Faction, the purity of their blood was naturally higher.
And of course, as a king among the greater demon races, even for experts from the White Tiger Race who only had mortal-graded bloodlines, wasn't a character ordinary humans would be able to defeat. Demons with king/emperor-graded bloodlines were extremely rare, rarer compared to humans with king/emperor-graded immortal foundations. In fact, the scarcity of them could be comparable to how scarce a saint-grade immortal foundation was.
As for saint-graded bloodlines among the demon races, there still wasn't any news regarding that as of now within the immortal realms. If one demon was truly born with a saint-graded bloodline, his destiny would surely be the supreme leader of his particular race.
White-eye was a king of the White Tiger Race, and had a pure king-graded bloodline. He was at the sixth-level and the immortal foundation he established was a fifth-tier emperor-graded one that was very close to perfection.
"In that case, shut the hell up." White-eye glanced at that expert from the Sky Roc Race, his cold voice containing an intense balefulness. When he stepped forward, the other white tigers all opened up a path for him, and stood beside him.
White-eye didn't even glance at Qin Wentian. Instead, he directed his attention at the other two battlefields where Nanfeng Yunxi and Nanfeng Shengge were fighting.
Nanfeng Yunxi's strength was as expected of the Holy Successor of the Southern Phoenix Clan, she completely dominated her opponent. The fire around her was immensely terrifying. The ancient phoenix had purified her bloodline and right now, Nanfeng Yunxi's wings resembled the wings of a true phoenix and could unleash phoenix-related techniques that contained boundless might. From the very beginning, she was the one that held the advantage, easily heavily injuring her opponent.
Even Nanfeng Shengge whose beauty was as unreal as a portrait, also had extremely powerful combat prowess. She wasn't inferior in any way as she fought against her opponent. As a holy maiden of the Southern Phoenix Clan, her comprehension abilities displayed during the trip into the ancestral lands weren't any weaker compared to Nanfeng Yunxi. Even when she was against a powerful white tiger, she wasn't at any disadvantage.
"Retreat." White-eye barked out a command. After that, the two white tigers let out earth-shattering roars as they retreated with reluctance. Their malevolent expressions struck chills in the heart of the crowd.
For the three battles, they had already lost two. There was only one more battle yet to be determined.
Before this, the White Tiger Race was so arrogant, having no one in their eyes, looking down on human cultivators and even wanted Qin Wentian to become their slave mount and Nanfeng Yunxi and Nanfeng Shengge to warm their beds to birth cubs for them. Now, it seems that the White Tiger Race had bitten off more than they can chew. They couldn't even defeat the ones they were insulting in battle, yet they were still using the term 'lowly' to describe these human cultivators.
"Ai, how shameful." Little Rascal jumped onto Purgatory's shoulder as its child-like voice rang out. Purgatory glanced at him but she didn't say anything.
"There's nothing to be shameful about, these three humans are originally already extraordinary and this man's astral souls and immortal foundation are unrivalled, with no other humans being able to compare to him in the entire immortal realms. It isn't a disgrace for ordinary members of my race to lose to him. Nanfeng Yunxi is also a Holy Successor of the Southern Phoenix Clan, well known to be an extremely powerful character in the immortal realms and her status could said to be equivalent to a queen among humans. If the experts fighting her were from the Sky Roc Race or other demonic races, the end result would most probably still be the same."
White-eye's voice was filled with cold arrogance. The faces of the other white tigers behind him all had ugly expressions on their faces. There was nothing wrong with White-eye's words, it's just that they had truly underestimated their opponents earlier.
White-eye turned his gaze in all directions, those other white tigers were too ashamed to match his gaze. His terrifying eyes contained a fearsome balefulness that could influence the mind and spirit of others.
After that, White-eye's gaze turned to Qin Wentian as he spoke, "You were disrespectful to my White Tiger Race. By right, I should kill you on the spot. However, because your cultivation now is too weak, if I kill you directly, I would be bullying the weak according to the idioms of humanity. Tell you what. Why don't you try to receive one of my attacks? If you can live, I will forget everything that happened before."
"Despicable." Nanfeng Yunxi cursed out. "As a pure-blooded king of the White Tiger Race, as well as having a cultivation at the sixth level, you are three levels higher than Qin Wentian. Despite there being such a terrifying disparity in your cultivation bases, you actually have the face to make such a request? How shameless can you be?"
At the immortal foundation realm, if the talent and potential of both parties are the same, just a level in difference in their cultivation level, was something that couldn't be mitigated. Hence, the difference in three levels was as vast as the distance between the heaven and earth.
Let alone the fact that White-eye was a demon king. As the Holy Successor, she had the pure blood of ancient phoenixes flowing through her veins, she knew very well how mighty demon kings within the greater demon races are.
With no exaggeration, if this White-eye was at the same cultivation level as her, he would be far more terrifying than her, a Holy Successor of the Southern Phoenix Clan.
"ROAR!"
As the sound of Nanfeng Yunxi's voice faded, White-eye let out a thunderous roar. A king-grade white tiger phantom appeared as its baleful aura swept over the heaven and earth. Such a fearsome demonic baleful aura swept out in all directions, and Nanfeng Yunxi could only wrapped herself protectively with her phoenix wings. Rumbling sounds rang out as she was actually forced into retreat. Not only for her, everyone in the surroundings near White-eye were all knocked back from the power of his aura.
The expressions of Purgatory and Little Rascal also drastically changed as they hurriedly retreated. However, the target of this baleful qi aura wasn't them but was aimed at Qin Wentian. From this, one could imagine how great the pressure Qin Wentian was currently facing.
"BOOM!" White-eye stepped out, stomping on the ground. His body was incomparably sturdy and a white tiger phantom appeared behind him. The '王' character on his forehead blazed brilliantly, exuding immense might which enveloped this space. At this instant, Qin Wentian felt the crushing power of that baleful qi tunnelling through him, wanting to destroy his body.
Qin Wentian calmly stood there, his body began to glow with runic light, akin to that of a divinity. Behind him, a dharmic image that greatly resembled him actually appeared, born from the art of truth. The light of this truth body shrouded his original self within as runic glows interweaved, emitting an incomparably resplendent light.
The storm of baleful qi gushed over, Qin Wentian saw the white tiger phantom manifested by White-eye lunging over, emanating a might that could kill all existences.
Demon kings of the White Tiger Race, were king among kings.
"BOOM!" Another heaven-rumbling sound echoed out. White-eye then lifted his fist and rushed over personally, his paw instantly raking through space, leaving Qin Wentian with no path to evade. Qin Wentian could only fight him in a head-on clash.
Qin Wentian released his perfect saint-grade immortal foundation. The immortal foundation transformed into boundless diagrams, manifesting an illusory figure of a Zhenkong. These greater demons were boosted by the power of God's Hand, causing resplendent light to fill the air. Qin Wentian actually didn't take on a defensive-stance, he also didn't take out any immortal weapon to augment his power. In fact, he actually chose to launch another attack in response to White-eye's attack.
Everything happened within an instant, God's Hand collided with his opponent's attack. And as the phantom of a gigantic white tiger clashed against a gigantic Zhenkong, the aftershock creating cracks on the ground, causing great clouds of dust to fly up. The surface of the ground shattered unceasingly, as a hole was blast through the center of the mountain.
"BANG!"
Qin Wentian's attack was forcibly wiped away. White-eye's attacking white tiger phantom attack contained a supreme demonic might and boundless power that had the capability to destroy everything. He groaned in misery and was knocked several steps back, the impact slamming him against a huge rock, causing the huge rock to explode. When he finally stopped, he felt the qi and blood in his body churning chaotically from that baleful qi, creating havoc within.
"Qin Wentian." Only now did Nanfeng Yunxi come to her senses. That surge of baleful qi earlier was too terrifying. Right now, she had an expression of worry on her face.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Qin Wentian spoke in a low voice. He stared at the tyrannical White-eye from afar as he spoke, "As a demon king from the White Tiger Race, your strength is merely at this level?"
The gaze of White-eye was extremely terrifying, staring fixedly at Qin Wentian. The white tigers beside him stepped out, with expressions of malevolence as they wanted to rush forth and rip Qin Wentian apart.
"Hold it there." White-eye coldly spoke, causing those white tigers to halt their steps. He continued staring at Qin Wentian as he spoke, "You have great courage, and also immense strength. It's rare to encounter such a powerful human cultivator. I will spare you from death today but if you antagonize my White Tiger Race's prestige once more in the future, I will definitely make you pay a terrible price."
"Stop your shameless boasting." Qin Wentian icily shot back. "You are at the sixth-level of immortal foundation, a demon king within the White Tiger Race yet your strength is only at this level. If I'm at your level, I could effortlessly decimate every one of your race's members in the sacred academy."
When White-eye heard the tone of ridicule and disrespect in Qin Wentian's voice, his eyes narrowed, gleaming with a baleful light. His killing intent gushed forth once again, terrifying to the extreme.