"A Double-Winged Demon Tiger? What is that, a demon beast or a Yin Spirit?" Ji Huo'er asked curiously in her delicate voice.
"It is both a demon beast and a Yin Spirit," Qinchuan replied indifferently, his eyes sparking with an intense gleam of light.
"This was a demon beast that, in ancient times, possessed the bloodline of the Demon Race and intruded upon the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, where it perished. Not willing to let its soul fall into the cycle of reincarnation, it has since wandered this place, continuously bathed by Yin Qi over the years, and ultimately transformed into a Yin Spirit.
Countless years have passed by now, I didn't expect it to finally make a breakthrough, about to condense a physical body."
"Roar—"
While they were speaking, that authoritative and furious roar of the tiger sounded once more, approaching swiftly from afar towards where Qinchuan and the others were.
"It seems to be coming towards us!" Ji Huo'er's eyes flickered excitedly, unable to hide her eagerness to witness the so-called Double-Winged Demon Tiger.
As the roar of the tiger resounded again, a magnificent burst of rosy light exploded in the distance, shooting straight into the sky. Its imposing energy surged, filled with Great Dao Principles. Find exclusive stories on Freewebnovel
Soon after, the radiance twinkled, countless Dao Magic filled the void, weaving and entwining, dazzling and resplendent.
That was the eruption of numerous Mysterious Techniques!
The rumble of explosions rose, the blasts reverberating across ten thousand li, yet the vast, terror-striking aura of the combatants' battle spill over was immense.
"Someone is taking advantage of the Double-Winged Demon Tiger's moment of weakness during its breakthrough to hunt it!" Ling Xian'er's beautiful eyes shone as she instantly guessed the reason, her face filled with shock.
The sounds of the fierce battle were massive and gradually shifted in the direction where Qinchuan and his group were.
Not long afterward, a towering and imposing white tiger with a band of wings at its waist charged towards them. The tiger, with its white forehead and drooping eyes, bore a grand and intimidating presence.
This white tiger's form was solid, and although one could faintly sense the aura of a Yin Spirit, for the most part, its physical body had completely converged; it was clear and lustrous, with a white hue showing through its red, as though it was a bleeding White Jade sculpture, seamless in its entirety.
However, it was covered in wounds, with a gash across its chest that was terrifying to witness. Blood that was neither red nor white flowed from it. One of its newly-formed wings had been struck, with half of its bone and flesh chopped off, only the remaining half still connected to its body.
Behind the white tiger, a group of Martial Artists chased in hot pursuit, their Mysterious Techniques erupting, divine radiance dancing, Dao Law Runes weaving and converging, furiously attacking the white tiger.
The white tiger let out another roar and suddenly grew larger, its body suddenly turning flawless as white jade, crystal clear.
A paw swiped through the void, sending the multitude of grandiose Mysterious Techniques flying.
In an instant, Dao Law Runes scattered, golden light dazzled, countless purple thunder dragons shone brilliantly in the void, followed by another series of rumbling explosions.
After the collision, the group had forced the white tiger to the bottom of a steep cliff, leaving the Double-Winged Demon Tiger with no path of retreat.
"Who dares to disturb us? Netherworld Hall is here hunting Yin Spirits. Those who know better should roll away at once."
As the group chasing the Double-Winged Demon Tiger arrived at the scene, someone bellowed, chiding Qinchuan and the others who weren't far away.
"What is this Netherworld Hall? It was clearly our group that arrived here first. How did it become us disturbing you? Truly overbearing!"
Ever since its revival, Netherworld Hall had remained hidden in the shadows. Ji Huo'er, who had never heard this name before, could not help but retort with her delicate voice.
"Heh, it's Netherworld Hall again... truly a persistent wraith!"
Just now, Qinchuan's attention had been fully on the twin-winged demon tiger and he hadn't bothered to examine the group of martial artists. At this moment, his eyes flickered as his Innate Pupils swept over them and, as expected, saw the ghostly qi rolling off the leader, clearly a result of practicing Netherworld Hall's mental method.
"In this Spirit Martial Great Tomb, there are still those who do not recognize the name of my Netherworld Hall. It seems we have newcomers," someone among the countless martial artists said with a grim laugh.
The martial artist who had first spoken assessed Qinchuan and Ji Huo'er and the others with lightning in his gaze. "Since you are new here, I will not hold your insolence against you," he measured.
"The four of you have decent cultivation levels. Follow us at Netherworld Hall, and I assure you of safety within the Spirit Martial Great Tomb."
The leader stood proudly, looking down on Qinchuan and the others with a natural sense of superiority, as though it was a tremendous favor for Ji Huo'er and the others to follow them.
"However, right now, please step aside. We're dealing with this twin-winged demon tiger—it's gravely injured but still capable of a fierce backlash."
Ji Huo'er was proud like a small phoenix, her demeanor haughty, "Clearly we arrived here first, so why should we step aside?"
"Step aside quickly, or don't blame us for making a move and crushing all four of you together," an impatient voice chided angrily from among the martial artists.
Just as Ji Huo'er was about to retort, Qinchuan suddenly spoke up.
"Who do you think you are, to order this young master around?"
Qinchuan had no liking for Netherworld Hall and he glanced at their leader with a sidelong look, his eyes sparking, emanating golden spirals, like an abyss that could capture one's soul, brilliant with light, thundering with the power of lightning like a dragon.
"This young master happens to need a mount in this world, and I have taken a fancy to that twin-winged demon tiger. You may leave."
Silence, deathly silence all around!
The martial artists exchanged glances, and after a brief silence, the surroundings erupted into raucous laughter.
"Has this kid lost his mind, daring to speak to Netherworld Hall like this?"
"Haha, daring to offend Netherworld Hall in this world, he must not know what 'death' means," someone cursed angrily.
"Since they are so eager to seek death, let's suppress them along with that demon tiger. These four have pushed their way in, slaughtering numerous Yin Spirits along the path, they surely have some extraordinary treasures on them," someone declared loudly, and many martial artists started to close in, greed evident on their faces.
"Disappear immediately, this young master has no patience to repeat himself," Qinchuan said coldly, dispassionate.
"Hmph, who do you think you are? You have a bigger attitude than our Holy Maiden," the leading youth from Netherworld Hall replied impassively.
Three martial artists burst into dazzling light with mysterious techniques in their hands, splendid and eye-catching, pressing down towards Qinchuan, "You're seeking death, child, insulting Netherworld Hall not once but twice."
Three young men raised their hands to form seal gestures, their True Qi surging, Dao Magic bursting forth, interweaving and targeting Qinchuan.
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"It's like an ant trying to shake a tree, utterly overestimating oneself," Qinchuan stood proudly, composed and calm, his palm striking forward. Countless Dao Laws surged from his hand, Dao Laws filling the sky, divine light dazzlingly beautiful. The whole sky filled with Dao Laws collided together and instantly dispersed and dissipated.
A long spear, condensed from True Qi in his hand, shot out, piercing through the chests of the three young men in an instant. Their bodies exploded, flesh and blood scattered.
The crowd was shocked: Three talented young men from Netherworld Hall, all at the Ninth Layer Realm of Spirit Martial, clearly on the same level as Qinchuan. They took the initiative to strike, yet in the blink of an eye, they were slain by Qinchuan.