Chapter 722 - 659: Just How Many Giant Eggs Do You Have?

Chapter 722: Chapter 659: Just How Many Giant Eggs Do You Have?

The moment the Saint Peng King heard the tiger’s roar, his very soul shuddered. Without a second thought, he transformed into his battle state. Six wings erupted from his back, each one peerless, magnificent, and bewitching. They whipped up violent gales as the Bird King’s majestic aura instantly flared to its apex.

Clearly, whatever hatched from this giant egg was a powerhouse on par with a Demon King. A single roar was enough to shake the heavens and move the earth.

ROAR...!

The giant egg exploded into pieces. A fierce, pure-white tiger burst forth with the force of a thousand roaring rivers. The very sky and earth seemed to change color as a suffocating pressure washed over the entire Snake Race territory.

"My god, am I seeing things? Is that the Divine Beast White Tiger?"

Someone cried out in alarm before falling into a stunned silence, as if petrified.

The moment the pure-white tiger appeared, its aura was overwhelmingly powerful and terrifying. Its majestic presence forced all beasts into submission. Across She Mountain, every Demon of land, sea, and air prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling with fear and unable to resist the oppressive might.

When a king descends, all creation kneels.

Even ordinary Rank Three Demon Spirits were no exception. Only those at the level of a Deep Mountain Great Demon could barely maintain their composure and fight the urge to kneel.

The Saint Peng King flared his six wings, instantly creating as much distance as possible between himself and the newly hatched White Tiger to avoid the brunt of its power. Even so, he couldn’t stop his heart from hammering in his chest.

’What the hell? First a Cyan Dragon, now a White Tiger.’

’Have two of the four legendary Divine Beasts actually appeared?’

’Could this get any more ridiculous?’

Nearby, the nine race leaders stared, their horrified gazes locked on the newborn White Tiger. A single thought ran through their minds—*what the fuck*—though they were too stunned to even voice the curse.

They couldn’t wrap their heads around it. Why would the legendary Divine Beast White Tiger hatch from an egg?

’Was it laid by that ridiculously overpowered hen?’

Suddenly, the race leaders all breathed a silent sigh of relief. Thank goodness none of them had tried to intercept that egg.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t even know where to begin crying.

After all, the legendary Divine Beast White Tiger was known as a War God, a god of slaughter. It was incomparably ferocious and mighty. Its reputation preceded it; as the chief of all beasts, it could overwhelm any opponent. It was a true Fierce Beast.

Furthermore, the aura of this newborn White Tiger was so potent and terrifying that it even surpassed that of the Cyan Dragon from earlier.

It is said that clouds accompany the dragon and wind follows the tiger. The Cyan Dragon and the White Tiger often appear together, the perfect partners for slaying demons.

’So the legends were true?’

The White Tiger’s appearance drew a reaction that far surpassed even the Bull Demon King’s. In an instant, the entire area fell deathly silent. The sky itself seemed ready to collapse as every pair of eyes stared, dazed, at the majestic, pure-white beast.

The giant egg Tu Xiao’an had thrown while hovering before the Snake Palace Castle was more shocking than a missile. It had left all the Demons utterly dumbfounded, their minds reeling.

"Ding... Golden Pupils, Super Evolution Divine Beast White Tiger, Level 36, possesses the Frost Element."

The new data appeared in Tu Xiao’an’s mind. He watched excitedly as the White Tiger that Golden Pupils had become. Its aura, its sheer power, was truly terrifying.

Tu Xiao’an wasn’t surprised that the Level 34 Golden Pupils had successfully evolved straight into a Demon King.

Although it was only Level 36, its aura surpassed that of both the Cyan Dragon and the Bull Demon King. Never mind the Demons outside; even the Snake Leaders on the walls of Snake Palace City were thoroughly intimidated. Its majestic and tyrannical presence inspired an instinctual, deep-seated urge to kneel in submission.

A satisfied smile touched Tu Xiao’an’s lips. ’Golden Pupils was indeed the perfect candidate to evolve into the Divine Beast White Tiger,’ he thought.

Golden Pupils had always possessed the might of a tiger and the power of a lion. Now, having evolved into the Divine Beast White Tiger, its aura was simply off the charts—explosively powerful.

A single roar could shake the earth and upend the heavens.

The magnificent King of Hundred Birds looked like he was about to piss himself in terror.

"Golden Pupils," Tu Xiao’an said calmly to the Divine Beast White Tiger, "whether or not Azure Owl can become the new King of Hundred Birds all depends on you fetching me that bird-man’s Lifebound Golden Core."

Among all his pets, Golden Pupils and Azure Owl had the closest relationship. Besides its master, the only one Golden Pupils listened to was that Peacock, Azure Owl.

It didn’t even mind when the Peacock called it Ermao.

ROAR...!

The words had barely left his lips when the Divine Beast White Tiger let out a deafening roar. Its eyes, blazing with ferocious light, locked onto the Saint Peng King, a gaze so intense it seemed capable of shattering him on the spot.

A sense of profound danger gripped the Saint Peng King, and he felt as if he were treading on thin ice.

As its roar faded, a deep blue aura flared around the Divine Beast White Tiger. Its pure-white fur transformed, piece by piece, into Phosphorus Armor that covered its entire body. The armor looked impenetrable, incredibly hard. Simultaneously, the ambient temperature plummeted.

"ROAR...!"

Another majestic roar ripped through the air. Snowflakes began to drift down around the White Tiger, creating the unnatural phenomenon of a midwinter blizzard.

"Th-th-this...!"

The Saint Peng King completely lost his composure. He stared in panic at the bizarre phenomenon surrounding the Divine Beast White Tiger, and the urge to retreat hammered at his mind.

’This White Tiger also wields the Frost Element? What the hell is this thing?’

"Saint Peng King, don’t lose your nerve! The White Tiger might seem powerful, but it’s only at the Demon King Level. It’s no match for you! Besides, you’re a Golden-winged Roc!"

One of the race leaders shouted the encouragement. If the Saint Peng King refused to fight, this miserable task would inevitably fall to one of them.

"What do I have to fear?" the Saint Peng King scoffed, feigning disdain. ’That’s right,’ he thought, trying to bolster his own courage. ’I am a Golden-winged Roc, the foremost Divine Bird in all creation. I’m not much weaker than a Divine Beast White Tiger.’

’Besides, my speed is second to none. Even if I can’t win, I can retreat whenever I want.’

’What’s there to be afraid of? The White Tiger is all bark and no bite—just an imposing aura.’