Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 658 The White Tiger of Heaven
At this moment, facing the overwhelming killing intent, Dai Chengfeng simply raised his eyes indifferently.

A ripple finally appeared in those eyes that had always been as calm as a lake.

It wasn't fear, nor solemnity, but rather a kind of... lazy feeling that had finally brought a bit of interest.

"interesting."

Before he finished speaking, Dai Chengfeng took a half step forward with his right foot and lowered his body slightly.

The next moment, an indescribable aura erupted from his body.

That wasn't a fluctuation of soul power, but a more primal and domineering sense of presence, as if a slumbering ancient beast had opened its eyes at this moment.

"Roar--!!"

A tiger's roar reverberated through the sky.

The howl seemed to come from the heavens above, or from the depths of the earth, carrying a vast and ancient majesty that instantly overwhelmed all other sounds in the room.

The specially designed protective light screen on the battle stage trembled violently, and those in the audience who were slightly weaker covered their ears, their faces showing pain.

Behind Dai Chengfeng, a huge phantom slowly solidified.

It was a white tiger.

But it is by no means an ordinary white tiger.

Its entire body is snow-white, and its fur is like the finest silk, gleaming with a warm yet cold luster like jade in the sunlight.

Its size was two sizes larger than Dai Mubai's White Tiger Martial Soul, with a shoulder height of over four meters and a body length of nearly eight meters. Just its illusory image standing there occupied almost half of the Soul Battle Arena.

What's most impressive is its pair of enormous, outstretched wings.

And its eyes—

One blue, one gold.

His left eye was a deep blue, so profound it seemed to devour the soul; his right eye was a brilliant gold, so intense it seemed to scorch everything.

The White Tiger of Heaven!

The moment the martial spirit appeared, a storm of Nine Nether Mystic Winds suddenly spread out from Dai Chengfeng's center.

"Chi chi chi——"

The countless hidden weapons that Tang San fired seemed to crash into an invisible iron wall the moment they entered a ten-meter radius around the white tiger's phantom.

The silent sleeve darts, crafted from fine steel, shattered inch by inch; the poisoned needles, which had been sprayed with hidden venom, were repelled and rolled back; and the fine needles coated with deadly poison were crushed into powder by an invisible force field before they even got close.

A strong wind rose.

That wasn't ordinary wind; it was a strange current carrying both ice and fire properties.

The biting wind and scorching heat swept across the entire Soul Arena, engulfing the remaining fragments of hidden weapons. They were swept high into the sky, where they were then completely pulverized into metallic powder and fell down.

The whole place was dead silent.

All eyes were fixed on the strange white tiger with wings on its back, and the black-haired boy standing in front of the tiger's phantom.

Dai Chengfeng stood still, his robes fluttering, his expression remaining calm.

But at this moment, no one dared to regard him as an ordinary Soul Master anymore.

"What...what kind of martial soul is this?!"

In the audience, someone gasped in surprise.

"White Tiger? But the White Tiger Martial Soul doesn't have wings!!"

"The pressure... such terrifying pressure! My martial spirit is trembling!"

Exclamations, doubts, and fearful whispers rose and fell.

However, the most shocking thing was the people on the field.

Dai Mubai's face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back five steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.

He stared intently at the white tiger with wings on its back, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Not fear.

It was the instinctive tremor of the martial spirit.

He could clearly feel the White Tiger Martial Soul within him emitting a mournful cry of submission. It was the deep-seated awe that a subordinate feels when facing a superior, the instinctive trembling of a wolf before the Tiger King.

Even though Dai Mubai had a strong will and tried to suppress it, his body was still trembling.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and he clenched his teeth so as not to kneel down on the spot.

"Impossible...impossible..."

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief, "The White Tiger Martial Soul... how could it possibly have this form..."

It's not just him.

In the VIP section, Bibi Dong gently lowered her legs, which had been elegantly crossed, and leaned forward slightly.

For the first time, genuine surprise appeared in those deep purple eyes.

She could feel that the supreme martial soul within her, the Death Spider Emperor among the twin martial souls, was experiencing a slight tremor at this moment.

Although it was only a tiny wisp, it was enough to stir up a storm in the heart of the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

The Death Spider Emperor is the ultimate form of a top-tier spider-type martial soul, and one of the beings standing at the pinnacle of beast martial souls.

Even when facing the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex or the Clear Sky Hammer, it had never reacted like this.

But at this moment, facing the White Tiger Martial Soul of the young man below the stage, the Death Spider King was actually... afraid?

"This little guy..."

She murmured to herself, her voice so low that only she could hear, "She really does surprise me every time."

On the field, Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul let out a mournful cry, and the flames dimmed a bit.

Oscar's sausage spirit even shrank back into his body, not daring to release it.

Even Tang San, whose Blue Silver Grass was not a beast spirit, felt a strange palpitation.

"What is this...?" Tang San's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Dai Mubai finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared hoarsely, "Dai Chengfeng! Your martial spirit... what's going on with your martial spirit?! This isn't a White Tiger at all!"

Dai Chengfeng slowly turned around.

The phantom of the White Tiger turned its head, its heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one gold, looking down indifferently at Dai Mubai.

Just being stared at like that made Dai Mubai feel his soul power circulation become sluggish.

"This is definitely the White Tiger."

Dai Chengfeng spoke, his voice calm yet clearly carrying throughout the entire venue: "However, it is an evolved white tiger."

The moment the word "evolution" was uttered, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Martial spirit evolves?!"

"The White Tiger Martial Soul can evolve?! That's already a top-tier beast Martial Soul!"

"Born with wings on its back, and possessing both ice and fire origins... If it were to evolve, what level would it reach?!"

"Stronger than the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex?!"

The discussion surged like a tide, and even the well-informed VIPs in the VIP seats showed solemn and thoughtful expressions.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly stood up, gripping the railing tightly with both hands until his knuckles turned white. His eyes gleamed with a fanatical light, the excitement of a researcher witnessing an unprecedented miracle.

"Martial Soul Evolution... A true case of top-tier Martial Soul evolution... It must be recorded..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo slowly spoke: "Your Majesty, can you feel it? That oppressive aura..."

Bibi Dong nodded slowly, "Very strong. No, not just strong... it's a fundamental difference. If I had to make an analogy, it's like..."

He paused, seemingly searching for the right words:

"It's like the difference between a sparrow and a phoenix. Although they are both birds, they exist in different dimensions."

Ghost Douluo rarely chimed in: "That kid's martial soul... doesn't seem to be a product of this world."

On the field, Dai Mubai was struck dumb when he heard the word "evolution".

(End of this chapter)