Chapter 1391 Fake, it’s a fake

Amidst the discussions of the crowd, the white tiger that Lin Biao mentioned finally appeared in everyone's eyes.

The first thing I heard was the earth-shaking roar of a beast!

The tiger's roar spread throughout the imperial capital, causing everyone present, especially those near the competition field, to tremble in fear.

What we saw next was a white tiger occupying most of the playing field. Most of its body was clean white fur with just a few stripes, and a word "king" on its forehead looked domineering and majestic!

It opened its mouth, and its sharp, long, and thick fangs seemed able to bite through the abdomen of the person opposite at any time.

Everyone was worried for Su Qianchen at that moment.

"This is really a white tiger!"

"I once saw a portrait of the mythical white tiger, and it looked exactly like this!"

"And this kind of power is not fake. Apart from the ancient mythical beasts, who else has such strength!"

"Yes, this is clearly a white tiger! The Third Continent is simply too terrifying. Does this mean that the beast tamers of the Third Continent have reached the top level, even comparable to the Empress?"

"That's a bit exaggerated. You have to know that during the ancient war between gods and demons, the ancient beasts under the empress were all seriously injured. Their current strength is definitely not as strong as during the war, so taming them is not as difficult as before."

"But even so, it's still very rare and remarkable. After all, this is the first time we've seen someone tame the Empress's divine beast."

Everyone was shocked. Even Xuanyuan Qing's eyes began to change when he looked at Baihu and Lin Biao, and he became cautious.

If it really is the White Tiger, then even he would have to be very careful.

Only the people from the fifth continent, Feng Rong, Helian Hong, Yun Yuhen, Mo Ling and others all looked at Yun Guiyue, with only confusion in their eyes.

Because most of them knew that Yun Guiyue was the one who made a contract with the White Tiger.

If Yun Guiyue’s contract is true, then who is this guy on the stage?

Yun Guiyue transmitted his spiritual power to Baihu, "Baihu, this guy is quite similar to you."

The white tiger in the contract space snorted coldly, "Just an imposter. I can kill him with one claw. If the master doesn't come on stage, let him show off his power first."

"But... I think this white tiger has some of your aura."

"Perhaps my blood fell somewhere when I was seriously injured, nourishing the local monsters. The one on the stage is actually only an eighth-grade immortal."

An eighth-grade immortal-level magical beast is already a very powerful existence for most people present, so they also think it is very powerful.

They do not have a clear distinction between the eighth-grade immortals and divine beasts, so when they encounter a strong one, they will think it is really a white tiger, but they do not know that the truly powerful ancient divine beasts are much more powerful than they can imagine.

Su Qianchen on the stage looked at the "White Tiger" in front of him, a flash of deep thought in his eyes, then he chuckled, and a flash of sarcasm flashed in his eyes that were as indifferent as an ice lake.

"A fake is a fake."

This sound was only audible to White Tiger and Lin Biao on the field. A flash of panic flashed across Lin Biao's eyes, and then he shouted:

"White Tiger, kill him!"

"roar--"

With a beastly roar, the white tiger instantly pounced towards Su Qianchen. The latter frowned slightly, leaped up, and his brocade robe left a moonlit arc in the air.