Overwhelmingly Tyrannical Physique

Overwhelmingly Tyrannical Physique . . . 

Qin Wentian furrowed his brow, his irritation mounting. It seemed that Little Rascal's warnings had been justified. These vile beings were clearly harboring sinister intentions toward Nanfeng Yunxi and Purgatory. Now, they even dared to meddle in his interactions with Nanfeng Yunxi.

Nanfeng Yunxi's voice cut through the tension, her tone as icy as the winds of winter. "What business of yours is it?"

The young man from the White Tiger Race chuckled dismissively. "Why, it has everything to do with me. Our White Tiger Race has indulged in the beauty of human women before. However, if the Holy Successor of the Southern Phoenix Clan is willing to be mine, I assure you, you'll be treated exceptionally well. Our descendants would inherit two pure bloodlines, guaranteeing their extraordinary power." His words prompted laughter from his tribe members, who seemed to find the situation quite amusing.

Indeed, the White Tiger Race hadn't tried to lay claim to women from the Southern Phoenix Clan in a long while. The last time such an incident occurred was when the Myriad Devil Islands abducted the holy maidens from the Southern Phoenix Clan. However, Nanfeng Jiyue's ferocious retaliation, as she stormed into the Myriad Devil Islands and left a trail of bloodshed in her wake, had shaken the entire immortal realms. After that, no one dared to covet the holy maidens of the Southern Phoenix Clan lightly.

Nanfeng Yunxi's voice was laced with disdain. "Get lost."

"What a strong-willed woman, as expected of someone who has ventured to the ancestral lands. That old phoenix must have purified your bloodline quite thoroughly," the young man from the White Tiger Race taunted, his malicious laughter causing Nanfeng Yunxi and Nanfeng Shengge to feel revulsion.

"It's said that the White Tiger Race is composed of lascivious and promiscuous individuals. It seems the rumors hold true," Nanfeng Yunxi remarked with disdain.

"Beauty, care to experience it firsthand?" another member of the White Tiger Race leered at Nanfeng Shengge, his eyes filled with wicked intent. The lecherous gaze made Nanfeng Shengge feel as though she were being stripped bare, leaving her utterly repulsed.

Qin Wentian's face darkened, his patience wearing thin. These White Tiger Race members were utterly shameless.

"Shengge, they're nothing more than beasts. There's no need to be provoked by them," Qin Wentian murmured softly to Nanfeng Shengge. However, as his voice reached their ears, the white tiger directed a sharp, threatening gaze at Qin Wentian.

"Those despicable humans dared to mock us, the White Tiger Race demons, as vile beasts. If we were in their shoes, we'd have already killed him on the spot," a haughty voice declared from afar. Qin Wentian and his group turned to see several figures approaching. These newcomers exuded a potent aura of demonic energy and, judging by their auras, were a level above the White Tiger Race members in terms of sharpness.

The one who spoke belonged to the Sky Roc Race, his eyes sparkling with an arrogant light that showed no regard for other races. He was undeniably a pure-blooded greater demon.

A thunderous roar erupted from the white tiger, the sheer force of it causing the entire mountain to tremble and threatening to rupture eardrums.

"We can't kill anyone here. What a shame," the white tiger spoke in human language, but his continued low growls drew the attention of onlookers. The spectators' eyes were filled with curiosity, especially after recognizing Qin Wentian.

Many years had passed, but before Qin Wentian had embarked on his journey into the immortal sea, his astral souls and immortal foundation had been unparalleled. His astounding abilities had left a deep impression on the other geniuses. Yet, no one knew if his combat prowess matched the brilliance of his astral souls and immortal foundation.

The gathering of onlookers grew larger, and more figures arrived, encircling the mountain where the confrontation was unfolding. Many of these spectators were demons, eager to witness the outcome of this clash of titans.

Among them, there were also humans who had come to observe in silence. They were curious to see just how formidable Qin Wentian's combat abilities were, considering his legendary astral souls and immortal foundation.

"We can't kill anyone here, but we can certainly teach him a lesson," the Sky Roc Race expert remarked with a sly grin, his eyes fixed on the unfolding drama.

"Of course," agreed the young man from the White Tiger Race, his gaze still locked onto Qin Wentian. He continued, "If you kneel before me now, acknowledging me as your master, and offer yourself as my mount, I might be willing to overlook your transgressions."

Nanfeng Yunxi's icy demeanor intensified upon hearing the white tiger's crude words. "As expected of a lowly beast," she muttered.

"Nanfeng Yunxi, if you're willing to bear my offspring, I can forgive your insolence," the White Tiger Race youth added, goading her. His fellow white tigers burst into laughter, their eyes filled with lust as they leered at the two alluring women before them.

"Do you think you can birth a few cubs for me?" another White Tiger Race member chimed in, eliciting a fiery reaction from Nanfeng Yunxi. In her fury, she ascended into the air, unleashing a scorching aura. Phoenix wings unfurled behind her, and the surrounding air grew searing hot as fiery orbs manifested around her.

"The Holy Successor of the Southern Phoenix Clan. I'm curious to see how pure your phoenix blood truly is. I'll break you in properly," declared yet another White Tiger Race expert, who had a cultivation level equal to Nanfeng Yunxi's, at the second level of immortal foundation. The White Tiger Race, despite their licentious behavior, took immense pride in their race. They didn't send a high-level immortal to face Nanfeng Yunxi initially; that would have been a sign of weakness.

"Are you even worthy of exchanging blows with the Holy Successor? I alone am sufficient to deal with you," Nanfeng Shengge asserted, appearing beside Nanfeng Yunxi.

A lecherous gleam filled the white tiger's eyes as he observed Nanfeng Shengge, whose innocent charm heightened her appeal. He advanced toward her, declaring, "If you lose, you'll serve me and cater to my every desire."

"Then I shall deal with Nanfeng Yunxi," another White Tiger Race member volunteered.

"Accept your fate and become my mount," urged a third-level immortal white tiger expert, his eyes locked onto Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian cast a sidelong glance at the white tigers, his disgust for their race intensifying. Despite his repulsion, he couldn't deny their innate talents, as evidenced by their presence in the sacred academy. He was determined to humiliate them today.

With a swift movement, Qin Wentian soared into the air. Though the white tigers were of royal lineage, he intended to ensure they faced humiliation today.

A deep rumble reverberated through the area as the temperature skyrocketed. Nanfeng Yunxi had already unleashed her phoenix powers, enveloping herself in a fiery aura. Simultaneously, Nanfeng Shengge joined the fray, creating chaos as their battle auras surged.

Amidst the brewing confrontation, Qin Wentian's adversary, a member of the White Tiger Race, spat disdainful words at him. The '王' character on his forehead radiated an ominous brilliance, and a formidable aura surrounded him as he tapped into the might of his royal bloodline. In response, the ferocity of the white tiger he transformed into surged even further, and a malevolent aura reached for the heavens.

"Bzz~" Qin Wentian's body emitted a brilliant and dazzling runic light. As an ordinary human, his physique exuded an extraordinary aura, on par with gods and demons. Observing this, the white tiger howled, causing an onslaught of killing energy. Countless phantom white tigers manifested, converging on Qin Wentian with the intent to tear him apart. The White Tiger Race expert stood firm, releasing a deafening roar that unleashed the full extent of his power. Under the crushing force of his roars, any ordinary person would have perished instantly.

Qin Wentian sensed the immense power behind this attack. Uttering a single word, "Suppress!" he invoked a brilliant beam of light that descended upon him, imposing a tyrannical suppression upon everything. A colossal character, '镇' for suppression, materialized and shot towards the white tiger phantoms. The ensuing clash filled the space with chaos, but Qin Wentian remained unscathed. With a single word, he had dissipated the might of the white tiger's roars, leaving the other white tigers watching with unease.

He had neutralized the power of a tiger's roar with a single word.

The word he spoke contained a mysterious energy, powered by the art of truth, and was particularly effective against his current opponent. When Qin Wentian uttered the word, the white tiger felt his mind tremble as an intangible pressure bore down upon him.

"ROAR!" The White Tiger Race expert roared once more, attempting to grasp Qin Wentian with his palm. The baleful aura he exuded had a disturbing effect on the minds of those who witnessed it, leaving Qin Wentian with no room to retreat.

"Exterminate!" Qin Wentian uttered another word, tapping into the power of the art of truth. As the word resonated, the heavens and earth seemed to quake. A destructive force surged from the word itself, crushing through the white tiger's defenses. Multi-colored light enveloped Qin Wentian, captivating the onlookers below.

The spectators were astounded by the display. Qin Wentian, standing with his hands behind his back, seemed disdainful, as if the powerful attacks thrown at him were merely child's play. He had used only two words to neutralize the formidable assaults of his opponent.

"Is this the extent of your strength? A feeble attack like this is what gives you the audacity to be so arrogant? Truly befitting the lowly White Tiger Race," Qin Wentian taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His divine-like form exuded an aura of invincibility. Stepping forward, he closed the distance to his opponent and unleashed a single devastating punch.

The White Tiger Race expert roared in fury. How dared a mere human like Qin Wentian humiliate him? Furthermore, Qin Wentian had challenged him head-on, strength against strength. He was a member of the royal faction of the White Tiger Race, renowned for their combat prowess. Their powerful attacks made them one of the dominant demonic races, second only to the royal factions of other greater demons. It was nearly impossible for human cultivators to match their raw strength.

With a resounding boom, the world quaked, and the space trembled as Qin Wentian's punch struck home. The White Tiger Race expert cried out in agony as his bones shattered, his true form—a colossal white tiger—hurled through the air, drenched in blood. He narrowly escaped being obliterated by Qin Wentian's single punch.

Other White Tiger Race experts rushed forward, their voices filled with fear and anger.

Yet Qin Wentian remained unflinching, suspended in the air as he regarded his injured adversary with disdain. In a frigid tone, he delivered a final blow, "You couldn't withstand a single strike. I can crush you with a mere lift of my hand. Is this the so-called strength you White Tigers take pride in, allowing you to act so audaciously?"