843: Chapter 843 White Tiger!

Hearing Ye Chen's words, the little bear tilted its head, blinked its little eyes, and let out two confused "woo-woo" sounds.

That expression... was even more confused than Ye Chen's.

Ye Chen stared at it for a long while and finally confirmed one fact...

This little thing didn't even know what its own origins were.

Was it just some confused little creature that ended up here by accident?

Ye Chen sighed helplessly and reached out to rub its head.

"Fine, fine. If you don't know, you don't know. Either way, as long as you follow me, you'll definitely have meat to eat!"

The little bear rubbed against his palm, its tail wagging happily.

Ye Chen stood up and stretched his shoulders and neck.

"Let's go. We have enough tokens, and we've secured the Spirit Fruit. It's time to find a place to rest."

"And while we're at it, let's see... what those old fogies are actually up to."

Upon hearing this, the little bear trotted after him. Then, it leaped up, landed accurately on Ye Chen's shoulder, skillfully grabbed his collar, and buried its head in the crook of his neck.

Ye Chen glanced at it sideways and smiled. "You sure know how to pick a spot."

The little bear let out two "woo-woo" sounds as a response. The man and the bear walked back up along the spiral ice path they had come from.

Just as they climbed out of the ice valley's entrance, Ye Chen's footsteps came to an abrupt halt. Intense sounds of fighting were coming from the east. Various explosions! Various fluctuations of True Qi! They were being transmitted over frantically...

Ye Chen looked over in surprise, then a strange expression appeared on his face. "Let's go, let's join in the fun."

As he spoke, he took out two Talismans, stuck one on himself, and stuck the other on the little bear's forehead. The next second, both Talismans lit up simultaneously.

Immediately after, Ye Chen and the little bear's figures seemed to be covered by a layer of flowing water, rapidly becoming transparent and disappearing from the spot in the blink of an eye.

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On the other side, deep in the ice plains, a blizzard raged. Two figures were locked in battle with a giant, snow-white tiger. They were none other than Mo Yuan, and... Saintess An Miaoyi!

At this moment, Mo Yuan's palms were flying, and his ink-colored True Qi transformed into several phantom flood dragons, twisting and killing toward the white tiger from different directions.

Saintess An Miaoyi stood ten zhang away, her hands forming seals. Dozens of ice crystals floated around her, each wrapped in sharp, frigid air, like floating flying swords, locking onto the white tiger's vital points.

The white tiger was fully two zhang long, with a shoulder height of over one zhang. Its fur was as white as silver, and in the center of its forehead was a pale golden marking, faintly exuding an aura of ancient wilderness.

Facing the joint siege of the two, not only did it not retreat, but it let out a low roar, slammed its four claws into the ground, and a visible shockwave exploded from beneath its feet, shattering Mo Yuan's phantom flood dragons.

Immediately after, it opened its gaping maw, and an ice-blue beam of light surged from the depths of its throat, shooting straight at Saintess An Miaoyi!

Saintess An Miaoyi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. She pushed her hands forward violently, and the dozens of ice crystals instantly converged in front of her, forming a thick ice shield.

"Boom!!!" The ice-blue beam of light collided with the ice shield, exploding into a sky full of ice shards. Saintess An Miaoyi was pushed back several zhang by the impact, her boots plowing two deep furrows into the ice, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

This white tiger's strength had long since entered the Nascent Soul Stage! Precisely because of this... the two were teaming up here. They hadn't expected that such a high-level beast would exist in this godforsaken place!

In normal times, either one of them could sweep through the secular world. But right now, they could only struggle to fight together... The gap was not small at all.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan's expression changed. "Saintess!" The next second, he clapped his hands together, his entire body's True Qi flowing crazily into his palms, condensing into an ink-colored blade aura a zhang long, which he slashed down toward the white tiger's head.

"Die, you beast!!!" The blade aura tore through the air, slashing straight down. The white tiger did not dodge or evade, simply tilting its head slightly. The ink-colored blade aura struck the golden marking on its forehead, emitting a sound like clashing metal.

The ink-colored blade aura shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of black mist and dispersing. Yet, the golden marking on the white tiger's forehead didn't even have a white mark left on it.

Mo Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly. "What???" This strike. He had used at least eighty percent of his power! Yet, facing the white tiger, he couldn't even break its defense?

The ancients often said... once a powerful beast gains spiritual intelligence, its own strength is twice that of a human with the same strength! He had scoffed at this in the past. But now, he finally understood... This wasn't a joke; it was the truth!

However, before he could think more... "Roar!!!" The white tiger was thoroughly enraged by this strike, lifting its head to let out a deafening roar. The sound waves shook the surrounding snow, sending it shooting into the sky and turning it into a vast, white curtain of snow.

The next second, its figure turned into a bolt of white lightning, rushing straight toward Mo Yuan. It was so fast that it didn't even leave an afterimage.

Mo Yuan only had time to cross his arms in front of his chest before he felt a mountain-toppling, sea-draining force slam into his body. "Bang!!!"

Mo Yuan was like a kite with a broken string, flying backward dozens of zhang and slamming heavily into an ice hill. The ice hill shattered on the spot, ice shards splattering everywhere.

Mo Yuan struggled to crawl out of the pile of ice shards, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his face turning a few shades paler. "Saintess, don't get bogged down in the fight, retreat immediately!"

Saintess An Miaoyi's gaze was grave. She looked at the white tiger and spoke decisively, "There is no chance of winning if we keep fighting head-on."

Mo Yuan gritted his teeth, a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected... that the first time they encountered a spirit beast or monster beast, it would end in failure! Both of them were the pride of heaven... But he wasn't a reckless person, and he had already judged the pros and cons of the situation. "Fine, retreat!"

Saintess An Miaoyi formed seals with her hands again, and an ice wall rose from the ground in front of the white tiger, temporarily blocking its line of sight. Immediately after, she turned and dashed toward Mo Yuan, preparing to retreat with him.

But just at this moment... the white tiger slammed through the ice wall, its vertical pupils locking onto Saintess An Miaoyi's figure. Then, it exerted force with all four claws, its entire body like a moving snow mountain, crushing toward her.

The speed was astonishingly fast; in the blink of an eye, it had caught up behind Saintess An Miaoyi. Feeling the aura pressing down like a mountain behind her, Saintess An Miaoyi's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she was about to dodge to the side. But because she was slightly injured and her internal energy was churning, her movements were clearly not as good as usual. As a result, she was half a beat too slow.

But it was precisely that half a beat; the white tiger's sharp claws had already swiped down toward her back. "Saintess!" Mo Yuan's expression changed drastically. He turned around violently, pushed his palms forward, and an ink-colored wall of energy condensed in front of him. "I'll help you!"

He roared, his entire body's True Qi pouring crazily into the energy wall, attempting to block the white tiger's claw. But the white tiger's claw, wrapped in wild, ancient power, caused even the air to explode as it descended.

Mo Yuan's energy wall shattered the moment the claw tip made contact, and the ink-colored True Qi scattered and splashed everywhere. Immediately after, the white tiger's claw tip didn't lose momentum, striking directly into Mo Yuan's chest. "Pfft!!!"

Mo Yuan spat out a large mouthful of blood, flying backward, rolling over a dozen times on the ice before barely coming to a stop. He clutched his chest, his face deathly pale, and his entire body lost its strength...

Seeing this, Saintess An Miaoyi gritted her teeth, swiped her right hand across her waist, and drew her long sword. She held the sword horizontally in front of her chest, True Qi surging wildly into the blade, and a layer of pale blue cold light rippled across the blade's edge.

"Roar!!!" The white tiger stopped in its tracks, its vertical pupils staring coldly at Saintess An Miaoyi, letting out bursts of hissing roars from its throat as if examining its prey. Every inch of Saintess An Miaoyi's body was tense. She knew very well that in her current condition, she couldn't block the white tiger's next attack. But there was no retreat.

Just at the moment before the white tiger arched its back, preparing to pounce again... suddenly! A lazy voice came abruptly from the void. "Tsk tsk tsk, who could it be?"

"So it turns out that our Saint Son of Guixu also has a day where he gets beaten until he's lying on the ground like a dead dog." "I suddenly thought of a phrase, what was it called..." "Oh, yeah, 'trying to act cool but getting screwed instead.'" "How fitting!"

Hearing this, Saintess An Miaoyi looked over instinctively. Mo Yuan struggled to lift his head even more. Just then, a figure slowly emerged from the void... Ye Chen!

The person who appeared was actually Ye Chen! The smile on his face was as punchable as ever, and he was accompanied by a little white bear.

"I'm telling you two, if you can't win, just run. Why do you have to force it?" "Now look, one is lying down, and the other is standing, but the one standing is shaking. If this scene were to reach Guixu, I'm afraid it would laugh a whole crowd of people's teeth off."

"Ye Chen!" "Shut your mouth!!!" Mo Yuan gritted his teeth and roared. The next second, he tried to stand up by pushing off the ice, but it aggravated the injury on his chest, and he let out a muffled groan and fell back down.

Damn it! His pathetic side had been seen by his "love rival"! And the guy was even shamelessly mocking him to his face! However, before he could lash out, Saintess An Miaoyi had already spoken urgently: "Ye Chen, be careful..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the white tiger had already moved. It abandoned Saintess An Miaoyi, turned directly, and pounced toward Ye Chen. The storm on its body exploded! The cold aura swept through! The whole world was plunged into a snowy, icy hell!