"Madam, I will handle An Yi, handle the cultivator who deceived her away. You must believe in your husband,"
An Tingfeng swallowed the white petal and then closed his eyes.
The next moment, the worn-out white robe on his body was suddenly torn apart by his violently expanding muscles, as his robust demon body swelled in the wind. His limbs, thick as logs, slammed his wide paws down onto the peak of Mount Hanyue!
The gigantic White Tiger’s muscles tensed to the point of splitting, its eyes bulging nearly out of their sockets, the pupils surrounded completely by surging blood.
The fierce face abruptly lifted, unleashing a deep and resonant tiger’s roar towards the sky.
Those who release the tiger back into the mountains will ultimately regret it.
The continuous roar of the tiger was frantic and mournful, as if enduring unimaginable agony.
The essence of blood that had been separated from it for a hundred thousand years was now rushing back into its body, almost tearing its demon body apart!
In the face of that bursting vitality, the talisman shadows on the tiger’s body shattered one after another.
An Tingfeng rolled endlessly on the mountaintop, destroying everything he touched, until he was completely exhausted. The ancestral grounds were already in disarray, covered thick with bone dust.
He lay sprawled on the ground, his rapid breaths turning into low chuckles, spreading through the land of buried bones with a hint of eeriness.
After resting for a moment, the fierce tiger slowly stood up and staggered down the mountain.
By the time he reached the shattered base of Mount Hanyue, a letter written in Monster Blood had transformed into a streak of light heading towards the waters, all the way to the residence of Prince Qi, one of the Seven Sons of the Qi Family.
Indeed, the Dragon Maiden from the east, her heart still lies in the east, maybe even in the south.
The Demon Race of Western Hong, in the end, would still rely on the Western Dragon Palace.
In the waters of Western Hong, in the palace of Qi Zhaoping.
This Dragon Son, clad in dignified heavy armor, sat upright on his throne, carefully finishing the blood letter in his hand and slowly placing it on the table.
"Seven Prince, I think I smell the Fierce Tiger. Could it be he’s had a change of heart?"
The only guest in the hall was an old man draped in blue feathers.
"Isn’t that a good thing?"
Qi Zhaoping smiled, though he internally sighed with relief.
Only the devil knew what ill-fortune had befallen him recently. First, the soldiers he had sent out all disappeared without a trace, their life or death unknown, losing not only the Magic Treasures but also face at the Wanxiang Pavilion.
Then he was held accountable by his elder brother, who ordered him to find that clueless bear immediately and prevent any news from leaking out.
Maybe it was a case of things taking a turn for the better.
Or perhaps the changing situation in Western Hong had been sensed by the land-dwelling Demon Race. Initially, when his elder brother had sent messages inquiring, they were tactfully declined. Now these Great Demons were coming forward to pledge allegiance one after another.
He would report this good news to Southern Hong later, to also give his elder brother some joy.
Though not particularly fond of the old Green Phoenix’s fiery temperament.
Yet Qi Zhaoping maintained his smile, "Then I’ll trouble your clan members to help us find some people for our Fierce Tiger."
"I should help him?" the blue-feathered elder seemed startled.
"Not exactly helping it, considering your offspring likely fell at the hands of the South Hong Seven Sons," Qi Zhaoping said with significant meaning, although he knew full well that the Ten Thousand Demon Hall was behind it. But since others were unaware, might as well blame it on the Seven Sons.
Upon hearing this, the blue-feathered elder’s face twitched.
After a long silence.
He slowly rose to his feet: "Very well, consider it the Glazed Green Phoenix Clan’s pledge to the Western Dragon Palace, and I hope this can clear away our past grudges."
Qi Zhaoping waved his hand: "But you don’t need to go there; go and find something for Sect Master Ji to do."
His elder brother in Southern Hong was not idle during these days; he had enough time to investigate how many people from the South Hong Seven Sons had come to seek aid.
Having only just gained the allegiance of the Fierce Tiger, he couldn’t let it go toe-to-toe with Sect Master Qi Yue from the Pure Moon Sect.
"Rest assured, you will soon know that our Western Dragon Palace operates quite differently from that woman from the east. Just get the job done, and you’ll have your reward."
The old Green Phoenix slowly bowed in salute.
He was of course aware of what the Seven Prince was referring to.
The Green Phoenix Clan, inherently disliked by the Western Dragon Palace because of their fiery nature, had been relegated to the most remote region of Western Hong.
Now that the Western Dragon Palace was in chaos, the Green Phoenix Clan finally saw a chance to breathe.
He certainly wouldn’t want to lead the charge in such matters as the Dragon’s deeds, but if he could use the united front of the two Dragon Palaces to bully the South Hong Seven Sons, it wouldn’t be too big of a problem.