Chapter 744 - 738: The Foundation of the White Tiger Race

Shen Haoran gazed at Bai Zhennan, whose expression wavered. After clearing his throat, he began to recount the man’s past deeds against him.

"Four months ago, I went to the City of Sin to save my friend. It seems the Bai Race Leader sent someone after me as well, didn’t he? If I’m not mistaken, that would be the White Tiger Race’s Guard Captain. You commissioned the lone wolf from the City of Sin, Su Chi, to kill me, even colluding with the city’s King. But what a shame... I’m just too hard to kill. Not only did those two fail, but I killed them instead. Surely the Bai Race Leader hasn’t forgotten this incident already?" Shen Haoran said slowly.

"Hmph, baseless accusations! On what grounds do you claim it was my White Tiger Race without any proof? The Guards of the White Tiger Race are charged with the great responsibility of protecting our people. They have never taken a single step away from our clan. How could they have possibly gone to the City of Sin!" Bai Zhennan snorted, denying the accusation outright.

Hearing Bai Zhennan’s denial, Shen Haoran shrugged. It seemed he had expected as much. He then pulled a partially melted Red Dragon Pill from his Storage Ring and tossed it to Bai Zhennan.

"Fine. You want proof? Two months ago, I was cultivating in the Medicine Pool. Your White Tiger Race tossed a Red Dragon Pill into the pool, causing the Energy inside to detonate. If I hadn’t narrowly escaped with my life, I’d be nothing but dust now. This time, the evidence is irrefutable. What do you have to say for yourself!" Shen Haoran said coldly.

Staring at the Red Dragon Pill in his hand, Bai Zhennan’s expression wavered. "What makes you so sure my White Tiger Race was the one who threw this in? The Medicine Hall is full of Elixirs like this. It could very well have been them!"

"Still trying to weasel your way out of this, Bai Race Leader? Any Alchemist knows that to use a Red Dragon Pill externally, you need a special technique to release its Medicinal Power. Otherwise, it leaves behind a useless husk, just like the one in your hand. And this... this is a White Tiger Race Token. I found it right beside the Medicine Pool. Do you still have anything to say?" Shen Haoran sneered, tossing a Token engraved with the character for ’tiger’ to Bai Zhennan.

Seeing the Token, Bai Zhennan’s face darkened. A burst of Powerful Qi erupted from his hand, instantly crushing both the Token and the Elixir. He stared coldly at Shen Haoran. "That’s right. It was me. I want you dead. So what?"

"What? So the energy storm in the Medicine Pool that day was the White Tiger Race’s scheme?"

"Shen Haoran cut off one of Bai Zhennan’s arms and legs, so of course Bai Zhennan would hold a grudge. Is that why he’s been trying everything he can to kill Shen Haoran?"

"Shen Haoran is incredibly lucky to still be alive. But by coming here to challenge the White Tiger Race so recklessly, isn’t he just playing right into Bai Zhennan’s hands? Now Bai Zhennan has a legitimate reason to kill him out in the open!"

When the crowd heard Bai Zhennan’s admission, they erupted into discussion.

"Hmph. You shun the open road to heaven and instead come knocking on the gateless door to Hell. White Tiger clansmen, listen! Shen Haoran has openly challenged the honor of the White Tiger Race! Kill him! No mercy!" A cold sneer touched Bai Zhennan’s lips. ’I was just wondering how I’d find a reason to kill Shen Haoran, and now he’s delivered himself right to my door. This saves me a lot of trouble.’

"Yes, sir!" Hearing Bai Zhennan’s command, the numerous Martial Artists of the White Tiger Race below roared in unison, their voices echoing across the sky.

"Bai Zhennan, I once promised Ling Xuan that I would not harm the people of the White Tiger Race. That is why I have tolerated you time and again. But now, it seems I was far too merciful. From this day forward, the White Tiger Race will cease to exist in Zhongdu. All of you... will die!" Shen Haoran’s eyes narrowed as a bone-chilling killing intent instantly erupted from him.

"Hmph. With just you, you think you can touch my White Tiger Race...?" Bai Zhennan snorted in contempt. But before he could finish, the aura of the Fire Vajra beside Shen Haoran exploded forth. The full pressure of a Peak of Tier Two Spirit Emperor was unleashed, forcing Bai Zhennan to stumble backward.

"What?! Peak of Tier Two Spirit Emperor!" Bai Zhennan cried out in shock as he felt the Fire Vajra’s aura. He was merely a Tier One Spirit Emperor, and after Ji Lingxuan had severed his arm and leg, his strength had regressed to the level of a Tier Nine Spirit Emperor. Against a being at the Peak of Tier Two Spirit Emperor, he was utterly powerless to resist.

"Hmph, so you brought backup. But do you really think a single Puppet at the Peak of Tier Two Spirit Emperor is enough to challenge my White Tiger Race?" Bai Zhennan sneered, pulling a Jade Token from his robes and immediately crushing it.

As the Jade Token shattered, a strange power burst forth. Immediately after, a terrifying aura surged from the depths of the White Tiger Race’s estate, like an ancient dragon awakening. It sent a tremor of apprehension through Shen Haoran. In the next instant, a wizened figure appeared beside Bai Zhennan, as if he had been standing there the entire time.

"Ancestor!" Bai Zhennan greeted the old man with a cupped-fist salute.

"Here to make trouble?" the White Tiger Race’s ancestor asked calmly, his gaze sweeping over the Fire Vajra beside Shen Haoran.

"No. I’m here to take Bai Zhennan’s head," Shen Haoran declared before Bai Zhennan could answer. He showed not a shred of fear, even when facing the White Tiger Race’s ancestor. ’He’s just another Martial Artist at the Peak of Tier Two Spirit Emperor. With the Fire Vajra here, this ancestor is no threat.’

"Such arrogance!" The ancestor of the White Tiger Race snorted as a powerful pressure rolled toward Shen Haoran. However, before it could reach him, the Fire Vajra shattered it with a single punch.

Seeing the ancestor make a move, Xue Ling and Lady Ya stepped forward from behind Shen Haoran to stand at his side. Powerful auras erupted from both of them, sweeping toward the White Tiger Race’s ancestor.

With Xue Ling and Lady Ya joining the fray, the ancestor’s expression changed dramatically, and he quickly fell back. He was already struggling to contend with the Fire Vajra alone, let alone with two additional Tier One Spirit Emperor powerhouses.

"Those two women are also Spirit Emperor Level powerhouses! Shen Haoran has actually assembled such a powerful force!"

"No wonder he dared to challenge the White Tiger Race. He came prepared!"

"Three Spirit Emperors, plus Shen Haoran... the White Tiger Race is in real trouble now. They only have Bai Zhennan and their ancestor as Spirit Emperor Powerhouses. How can they possibly fight against three Spirit Emperors? And Shen Haoran hasn’t even attacked yet!"

The Martial Artists within Zhongdu cried out in alarm as they watched the two sides face off in mid-air.

Bai Zhennan and the ancestor both looked grim. They hadn’t expected Shen Haoran to summon three Spirit Emperor Powerhouses. Still, the two of them just snorted coldly. ’If Shen Haoran really thinks three Spirit Emperor Powerhouses are enough to contend with the White Tiger Race, he is sorely mistaken. The reason our race has stood firm in Zhongdu for hundreds of years is because of our deep and unimaginable foundations. Furthermore, he’s forgetting that the Four Great Divine Beast Families of Zhongdu are Siblings. To oppose one of us is to oppose all four!’

"Go! Send word to the other clans and the Medicine Hall!" Bai Zhennan commanded Bai Shaohong, who was standing behind him. Bai Shaohong nodded, shot Shen Haoran a cold glare, and then sped off toward the other clans...