Starting With 100 Million Lives-Chapter 464 Awkward White Tiger Emperor
Performance?
The phrasing of the Cyan Dragon Emperor baffled the other Demon Emperors a bit.
They quickly took a closer look.
Moments later, the hall was filled with a lively atmosphere.
The Ear Mouse Emperor was the first to burst into laughter.
"Haha, it truly is a spectacular performance."
"So, this is the Tiger Race’s slaughter bloodline? Quite the revelation!"
"Everyone, come take a look, this is a once-in-a-century sight!"
Before, they couldn’t see clearly, only feeling the massive fighting fluctuations, all exceeding the limits of a Quasi-Emperor.
Now, upon closer inspection, they realized that wasn’t the case.
It exceeded the Quasi-Emperor’s limits, true, but it wasn’t really a battle.
Veiled under the torrent of rules and dragon breath filled with blood energy was a synchronized performance.
You strike once, then I strike once.
Turns out this is turn-based combat?
Moreover, they intentionally missed each other.
The bubble battlefield was about to burst, yet inside, the Azure Dragon and Three-Eyed Tiger didn’t even lose a single hair.
What kind of situation is this?
This is just taking it easy, only in a more sophisticated way.
Switch it to Quasi-Emperors and Demon Kings, even Divine Thought couldn’t pierce through the layers of rules and pressure barriers to see what’s really happening inside.
Only vague silhouettes could be seen, fighting in a seemingly spectacular fashion.
But who knew this was all thunder without rain.
If it weren’t for the Cyan Dragon Emperor’s reminder, even this group of Demon Emperors would’ve been fooled.
The Peacock Demon Emperor sighed sarcastically.
"Ah, so this is the essence of slaughter, some clans really know how to play."
The Nine-tailed Demon Emperor also chuckled strangely: "Indeed, they’ve been doing this kind of performance since they were cubs, practicing from a young age, you have to be impressed!"
The Profound Turtle Emperor said in a muffled voice: "They really don’t know what surrender means, so this doesn’t count as surrender, I’ve learned something new."
The Kunpeng Emperor cast a sideways glance at the White Tiger Emperor: "Ah, shouldn’t be so absolute with words at first, see how awkward it is now?"
Even the Ice Phoenix Emperor couldn’t help but spit.
"Bah!"
"What’s with the pretense, all birds of a feather!"
The plan to inflict some serious injury on Brother Cheng collapsed once again, leaving the Emperor Mo Lin quite displeased.
It was as if he felt, ’I had such high hopes for your Tiger Race, you’ve let me down.’
He grumbled angrily: "If you can’t do it, don’t boast, I thought your Tiger Race was genuinely different."
In some sense, the White Tiger Emperor could also be proud.
He somehow managed to get the Qilin Camp and several other Demon Emperors to ’unify their front’ temporarily and form a consensus.
The White Tiger Emperor, usually a straightforward and taciturn type, was unusually talkative today.
But he overdid it with bragging, incurring everyone’s anger.
In an instant, the usually cool and collected emperor turned crimson with embarrassment, almost wanting to explode with shame.
The harder he had boasted before, the greater the shame he now faced.
Enraged, he flew out, roaring furiously at the Three-Eyed Tiger inside the bubble.
"What are you doing?"
"If you don’t fight properly, I’ll make you experience a fate worse than death when you return!"
An uproar broke out among the demons below.
No way, the Three-Eyed Quasi-Emperor is already fighting so fiercely and ’ferociously’, and you’re still dissatisfied with his effort?
Are you pushing him to his death?
"This White Tiger Emperor is going too far!"
"Exactly, he’s still not satisfied, what more does he want?"
"If I were the Three-Eyed Quasi-Emperor, being so dedicated and still criticized like this, I’d be heartbroken."
"After all, he represented the Tiger Race in breaking into the top four, it’s just too much."
Listening to those demons down below who could only see the superficial excitement, the White Tiger Emperor felt a faint pain in his chest.
Meanwhile, inside the bubble, the Three-Eyed Tiger shivered all over.
"Brother, you have to save me!"
Brother Cheng, while fighting, asked: "What happened, what danger are you in?"
"It’s not just danger, it’s total purgatory!"
The Three-Eyed Tiger, while making a rule attack towards empty space, vented his grievances: "For thirty million years, I haven’t had a good day; every day has been a living hell."
Brother Cheng had indeed heard Mo Chen mention this.
"Isn’t this a good thing? The White Tiger Emperor’s training has indeed made your power soar."
This old tiger, elevated by Brother Cheng to the top one-tier talent, ended up being the last to ascend to the Upper Immortal Realm.
If it weren’t for the White Tiger Emperor’s strict training, it probably wouldn’t even be at the Quasi-Emperor level now.
Where did the late-stage Quasi-Emperor who crashed into the top four come from?
"Don’t mention it!"
The Three-Eyed Tiger casually made his move, pouring out his woes.
"He’s just a sick sadist, if I go on like this, I’ll truly go insane."
"You think I was so dull before, saying nothing, that was all because he was present, putting on a cool act for him!"
"He doesn’t even allow me to smile, is he that perverse?"
"If I ever become a Demon Emperor, he’d be the first one I beat up!"
Brother Cheng laughed upon hearing that; not being allowed to smile does seem a bit too much.
"Then how do you want me to help you?"
"Get rid of the White Tiger Emperor?"
"Brother!"
The Three-Eyed Tiger was overjoyed: "You truly are my blood brother, let’s do it, I don’t want to see him for another day."
"Once he dies, the entire world will be a sunny place!"
At that moment, Brother Cheng was overwhelmed with intense disdain.
This damned tiger is still the same despicable and heartless creature as before, and I thought he had changed.
I mentioned killing the White Tiger Emperor just as a passing remark.
After all, he’s a Demon Race emperor, and not from the Qilin Camp’s side, still of some use.
Besides, no matter how much the White Tiger Emperor trained him, he was still invested in Three-Eyed Tiger as the hope of the Tiger Race, pouring his heart into him.
How could he genuinely be killed?
Yet this tiger fostered can’t be trusted at all, never considering himself part of the Tiger Race clan.
"Enough, enough, killing him is out of the question."
The Three-Eyed Tiger was greatly disappointed: "Ah? Why not kill? Have you become compassionate?"
"Compassionate, my ass, you want to instigate me?"
"Not at all, brother you’ve misunderstood..."
Brother Cheng impatiently said: "Just continue to follow me from now on, I’ll handle things on his side, that’s that."
Only Brother Cheng could control this naturally rebellious idle tiger.
Left to the Tiger Race side, he might really cause an internal strife someday.
Not to mention, this show-off partner was very much needed.
When the Three-Eyed Tiger thought about it, following Brother Cheng would mean escaping this sea of suffering?
Thinking back to those delightfully carefree days.
He barely managed, free and easy, even profiting from the association.
"Great, I’ve longed for this day!" He agreed with unbridled joy.
Thus, the two of them went on fighting off and on for a while.
Seeing it was about time, the Three-Eyed Tiger asked for instructions.
"Brother, can I concede now?"
Brother Cheng calculated, they’ve made enough out of this ’great war’.
"Go ahead, make your exit."
"Done!"
