Chapter 292: Vengeance of the White Tiger
"You are…"
Looking at the sturdy figure that suddenly appeared, Beibei felt a sense of familiarity. But before he could speak, a terrifying aura erupted—two yellow, two purple, two black, and two red soul rings materialized around the man. Without a word, the sixth black soul ring lit up, and a massive tiger claw slammed down toward Beibei.
Beibei's seventh soul ring, a ten-thousand-year one, glowed brightly as he activated his Martial Soul True Body. Facing an eight-ring Soul Douluo, one who even possessed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, he didn't dare to be careless. He made the only correct choice—go all out.
The Holy Dragon of Light surged forth. Beibei's aura swelled as his golden scales shone brightly. But even in this empowered state, he was no match. The next instant, the giant tiger claw smashed into him. A sickening sound followed—Beibei was flung away, vomiting blood, bones shattering under the blow.
His Martial Soul True Body was too weak. A ten-thousand-year soul ring without dragon blood offered limited power. Coupled with lingering injuries from the All-Continental High-Level Soul Master Competition, Beibei was in no condition for this battle. He was overwhelmed in a single strike.
"Big Brother!"
"Beibei!"
Shouts of panic erupted from the students of Shrek and the Body Sect. All their high-level combat forces had been deployed to assault the Soul Palace. Not even a single Soul Douluo remained behind. Among them, Beibei had been the strongest—and he was now crushed in a single exchange. Fear and despair surged.
"Wait! We're from the Body Sect! If you dare harm us—"
Vina stepped forward, trying to use the name of the Body Sect as protection. But the moment she mentioned it, the man's aura flared with killing intent. The eighth soul ring lit up, red and oppressive.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Storm Nebula Split!"
With a burst of speed and overwhelming strength, the man tore through Beibei's Holy Dragon of Light. Beibei's internal organs ruptured, and he fell into a critical state, barely alive.
Then, without stopping, the man grabbed Vina. His claws, like blades, pierced her flesh. His massive hand poised to crush her body into pulp.
Pain wracked Vina's body—but only briefly. As a brain-type Martial Soul user, she forced her brain to secrete pain-dulling chemicals. Her voice remained steady: "I am from the Body Sect! Sir, are you not afraid of our Sect's revenge?"
"The Body Sect's revenge?" The man sneered. "What more can they do?"
With a roar, a White Tiger Meteor Shower scattered the rescuers rushing toward Vina.
"You… You are Senior Yaoheng?!"
The night concealed much, and the man's appearance had changed significantly. But his skills—White Tiger Destruction Kill, White Tiger Meteor Shower—were unmistakable. Ning Tian, who had once crossed paths with him, recognized him at last.
"Dai Yaoheng?" Vina's face turned pale. As the goddaughter of the Body Sect master and a princess of the Heavenly Soul Empire, she knew the weight that name carried.
She recalled the vengeance the Body Sect took against his mother's killers—and knew they were now in mortal danger. An eight-ring Soul Douluo with dual red soul rings stood before them.
"Dai Yaoheng, we were also deceived by Huo Yuhao! We're all from the Three Kingdoms—we should unite against the Sun Moon Empire, not kill each other!"
"Pointless last words."
With one crushing motion, Dai Yaoheng's claws shredded Vina's body into bloody chunks. Her head fell—and was crushed beneath his heel.
Even with a brain-type Martial Soul, there was no surviving that.
"Senior Dai, there may be a misunderstanding," Ning Tian said quickly, sensing the immense gap in strength and trying to preserve her life.
Dai Yaoheng glanced at her indifferently. "This is a blood feud between me, the Body Sect, and Huo Yuhao. Anyone not involved with them can leave."
Ning Tian hesitated, then looked at the dying Beibei.
"Huo Yuhao was brought into Shrek by Beibei and that woman Tang Ya. They opened the door for him. If you think you can survive by pretending you've done him favors, don't bet your life on it."
Weighing the odds, Ning Tian grabbed Xiao Xiao's hand and retreated. Though her sect—the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect—was nominally loyal to Shrek, they had long kept lines open with the Soul Palace. She planned to seek refuge at their Mingdu outpost.
She had hoped to bring Wang Dong'er too, but that was impossible. Dong'er was practically created for Huo Yuhao—she would never abandon him now.
Even if Huo Yuhao was still emotionally tied to Mu Xue, it was this very persistence that Wang Dong'er admired most about him.
"Dong'er, what have I done to deserve your loyalty?"
"Yuhao, don't say that. This is my choice. Loving you was always my decision—and I've never regretted it."
"Dong'er…"
"Yuhao…"
Their eyes met—full of warmth and sorrow.
"Dong'er, I'm sorry. I couldn't let go of Muxue. If I could start over, I would make one of two choices: either choose no one… or fight to keep you both by my side, no matter what."
"Yuhao, you're so kind. If we make it out of this alive… I will become your wife."
"Don't worry. We will survive. Just like how Senior Brother created 'Beiya's Three Wonders' for Teacher Xiaoya—I will now create our own legacy: Haodong's Three Wonders."
"Let's do it…"
Huo Yuhao clenched his fists and charged, aiming a strike at Dai Yaoheng.
And was slapped against a wall.
Dai Yaoheng looked down at him coldly. "How can someone act so devoted when they love two people at once?"