Chapter 376 I Established a Sect in the Cultivation World (5)
That tiger's roar seemed to carry a tangible weight, striking everyone's heart hard.
The blast of air hit us, making our clothes flutter loudly.
The members at the very front of the team were forced back by this force, their blood surging and their faces turning deathly pale.
"Stay calm!"
Cheng Gan let out a low shout, and the spiritual power of the Golden Core stage emanated from his body.
The team members behind her steadied themselves and used their spiritual power to resist, but their eyes were filled with horror as they looked into the depths of the valley.
It was just a roar.
Is this the Nascent Soul stage?
"Form ranks and prepare to meet the enemy!"
Cheng Gan's voice remained unwavering, but the knuckles of his hand gripping the sword hilt had turned white from the force.
"It's not too late to back out now," Zhou Jue's voice rang out calmly, as if she were unaffected by anything.
No refunds!
"No disciple of the Xuantian Sect will retreat without a fight!"
A young team member shouted through gritted teeth, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes burning with an indomitable spirit.
"Yes, no retreat! Fight if you want!"
The others responded enthusiastically, and morale was instantly reignited.
Zhou Jue looked at them and nodded slightly.
"good."
She stepped forward, alone, and entered the valley entrance blocked by rocks and ancient vines.
"Sect Master!" Cheng Gan exclaimed in surprise, instinctively trying to follow.
"Stay put and wait for orders."
Zhou Jue didn't even turn his head.
The team members looked at each other, and finally obeyed the order, nervously watching Zhou Jue's figure disappear into the valley.
The valley suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.
In the center is a wide, flat area covered with lush green grass, and a clear stream flows gently through it.
The spiritual energy in the air was so rich that it almost turned into a tangible mist; taking a breath of it made one feel refreshed.
In the center of the flat land, on a blue boulder the size of a millstone, a huge white tiger lay lazily. Its entire body was snow-white, without a single stray hair, and its smooth muscle lines were full of explosive power.
At this moment, it raised its head, its golden vertical pupils coldly staring at Zhou Jue as he walked in.
That look wasn't directed at an enemy, but rather at an ant that had inadvertently wandered into his garden—it was filled with condescending indifference and disdain.
Zhou Jue stood still, facing the white tiger from a distance of a hundred meters. She did not release any aura, just like an ordinary person who had accidentally wandered into this place.
"Your Mightiness."
Zhou Jue spoke, using the purest universal language in the world, his voice clear and resonant, echoing in the empty valley.
"We are newcomers here and wish to establish our own sect. We have no intention of offending anyone."
The white tiger's ears twitched, seemingly surprised that this tiny human dared to speak to it, but the disdain in its eyes remained unchanged.
"The spiritual veins here are vast, and both of us can share them."
Zhou Jue continued, his tone sincere.
"Our Xuantian Sect is willing to coexist peacefully with you, without invading each other. We can even provide you with elixirs to help you with your cultivation."
Her words were extremely clear, and the team members outside the valley heard them perfectly.
"Sect Master...is negotiating with it?" Lin Qingqian asked incredulously.
“This is the optimal solution.” Zhao Sizhe pushed up his glasses and analyzed in a low voice: “If we can avoid fighting, we should avoid fighting. Even if we can win against a Nascent Soul stage fighter, it will inevitably be a Pyrrhic victory, which does not conform to our initial strategy of ‘accumulating grain and delaying the declaration of kingship’.”
Everyone was waiting for the white tiger's reaction.
The white tiger slowly stood up, stretched its massive body, and its joints cracked and popped.
It let out a low growl, as if mocking Zhou Jue's naiveté.
How dare a mere human try to negotiate with it?
The next second, it suddenly opened its blood-red maw.
"roar!"
A white, demonic gust of wind, visible to the naked eye, condensed instantly like a cannonball, carrying a piercing shriek that tore through space, and headed straight for Zhou Jue!
Negotiations have broken down!
"Sect Master, be careful!"
Cheng Gan and the others outside the valley felt their hearts leap into their throats.
"Form ranks!"
"yes!"
Cheng Gan's voice was filled with an uncontrollable fighting spirit.
At her command, more than thirty core combat personnel, who had been waiting in ambush, transformed into streaks of light and instantly rushed into the valley, surrounding the White Tiger.
"Heavenly Gang Sword Formation!"
"Eight Directions Spirit Locking Array!"
Flying swords crisscrossed, talismans danced, and several array lights illuminated almost simultaneously, enveloping the white tiger.
The spiritual energy fluctuated violently, and the colorful energy radiance instantly engulfed the entire valley.
"roar!"
The white tiger was thoroughly enraged by the provocation of these "ants".
It roared to the sky, unleashing its Nascent Soul stage demonic power without reservation.
boom!
With a single swipe of its claw, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, it slammed into the light barrier of the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation.
Crack!
The light screen emitted a crisp sound, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread out.
"puff!"
The dozen or so team members who were in charge of the sword formation simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood, and the formation broke instantly.
"No! Its power is too strong! It's not even in the same league!" the sword formation captain roared, his face as pale as paper.
"Elder Zhao, the formation can't trap it!" On the other side, Zhao Sizhe, who was in charge of setting up the trapping formation, also shouted urgently.
With a surge of demonic energy, the white tiger shattered all the newly formed array chains.
It's too powerful.
The difference between the Golden Core stage and the Nascent Soul stage is like an insurmountable chasm.
The attacks from the group were like tickling it; they couldn't even break through its protective demonic aura.
Each of its counterattacks forced everyone into a frantic and disheveled state.
Zhou Jue stood outside the battle circle, observing everyone's reactions.
"Qi Ming, to the left rear!"
One of the team members was struck by the white tiger's tail and was about to be sent flying and crash into the mountainside.
At that critical moment, the team member's body inexplicably slid half a step to the side, and the white tiger's huge tail grazed his nose, the resulting gale stinging his cheek.
He was still in shock and hadn't reacted when he heard Cheng Gan's reminder.
"What?" Qi Ming was taken aback.
The white tiger seemed to be stunned for a moment. It had clearly calculated the angle, so how could it have missed?
With another pounce, its sharp claws were aimed at Lin Qingqian, who was casting a spell.
Just as the sharp claws were about to fall, Lin Qingqian immediately circulated her spiritual power to prepare to withstand it. However, the expected excruciating pain did not come. She found that the white tiger's claws had missed her forehead by less than an inch. The wind generated by the sudden stop even messed up her bangs.
The white tiger was also stunned. It felt as if it had stepped on a slippery stone, and its body staggered uncontrollably.
The series of "mistakes" infuriated Baihu.
Its attacks always missed by a hair's breadth, making it feel like a clown being played.
Its anger finally found an outlet.
It suddenly turned its head, its golden vertical pupils locking onto Zhou Jue, who had been standing aside watching the whole thing.
This is the woman!
Everything went wrong the moment she walked in!
"roar!"
The white tiger let out a furious roar, ignoring the harassment from Cheng Gan and the others. With a flick of its wrist, its massive body transformed into a white lightning bolt, heading straight for Zhou Jue!
"metropolitan!"
Cheng Gan and the others were shocked and immediately rushed back to help, heading towards the white tiger.
But the white tiger was too fast. With a determination to kill, and seeing the approaching gaping maw and sharp fangs, a barely perceptible golden glint flashed in Zhou Jue's eyes.
A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the white tiger, causing it to abruptly halt its frantic charge.
Its massive body seemed to have crashed into an invisible mountain, its forward momentum coming to an abrupt halt, its four claws carving four deep furrows in the ground.
The raging fury in its eyes was instantly replaced by a fear that came from the depths of its soul.
Transformation into a Divine Being!
This is the oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul stage expert!
It was this brief pause.
A sharp sword light seized this once-in-a-lifetime opening.
Pfft!
Cheng Gan's flying sword, carrying all her spiritual power, struck first despite being behind, precisely piercing through the weakest point in the White Tiger's defense—the junction of its shoulder blades!
As the others approached, spiritual energy from various elements such as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and thunder fell upon the white tiger.
"Awooo—!"
A mournful cry echoed through the valley.
The white tiger's massive body crashed heavily to the ground, blood gushing from its wounds.
It struggled to raise its head, and in its gaze toward Zhou Jue, there was no longer any contempt or disdain, only endless fear and horror.
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