1: Chapter 1 Reborn as the Nine Netherworld Hound, Starting with Hunting the White Tiger Young Master in Hundred Broken Mountains

"What the hell, how did I get reborn as a monster?"

"So ugly!"

Looking at his reflection in the lake, Wang Teng could hardly believe his eyes.

What is this thing?

It looked like a giant wolf, but far more ferocious, with fangs in its mouth and eyes like blood moons, radiating endless murderous light.

On top of its head grew a pair of huge, greyish ox horns, ancient and heavy, covered in mysterious runes and containing the power to open up the heavens and earth.

On its forehead was a third eye, a blood-red double-pupil.

Its entire body was covered in black scales like dark gold, hard as immortal gold, impervious to swords and spears.

Behind it grew nine giant tails, and at the end of each tail grew the head of a fierce beast resembling a True Dragon, capable of independent roaring, biting, and spell-casting.

"Is this the Nine-Nether Ao from the Ten Primordial Evils?"

He really couldn't fathom how he had actually transmigrated.

Perhaps it was because he had turned into a fierce beast.

No matter how he called out, the sound of a cheat system never came to his mind.

"You've got to be kidding me, right?"

He stood there dazed for a full ten minutes or more.

Only then did Wang Teng slowly regain his senses.

Mostly because he was hungry.

Damn it!

Where could he find something to eat?

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!"

The hunger in his belly was like a ball of fire, burning wildly in Wang Teng's stomach, then spreading throughout his entire body.

This kind of hunger wasn't the human desire for rice, but a terrifying predatory urge originating from the depths of his cells and his primordial bloodline.

Every scale seemed to be opening, greedily breathing in the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth within Baiduan Mountain.

But this bit of spiritual energy was merely a drop in the bucket for him now.

"Hungry..."

A low roar came from Wang Teng's throat; it wasn't loud.

Yet it carried a certain ancient and oppressive majesty, causing several water spouts to instantly erupt from the lake surface.

Just as he was looking around in confusion, trying to find even a rabbit to fill his stomach, the bushes in front suddenly parted to the sides.

A fierce murderous aura rushed towards him; it was the Geng Metal Qi that could only be condensed after experiencing countless slaughters.

"Rustle..."

Accompanied by the crisp sound of breaking trees, a giant white tiger with a body length exceeding ten meters stepped out.

Its entire body was snow-white, without a single speck of other color, its fur shining like satin, yet faintly shimmering with a metallic luster.

Especially those eyes, cold light shooting from them as if two sharp swords were floating within.

This white tiger was extremely extraordinary; with every step it took, the rocks beneath its feet would silently turn into powder.

It arrogantly raised its chin, its gaze sweeping over Wang Teng's strange and ferocious body.

A trace of surprise flashed in its eyes, but more of it was the arrogance originating from the depths of its bloodline.

"A mutated fierce beast with human-like intelligence?"

The white tiger spoke human language, its voice like the clashing of metal and stone, ringing out clearly.

"Although you look ugly and strange, these scales are not bad, and your murderous aura is heavy enough.

Hey, you ugly monster, I am a warrior under the command of the Young Master of Xiling Beast Mountain—a direct descendant of the White Tiger lineage.

I see your blood energy is extraordinary and you have some brute strength; I just happen to be missing a mount to carry my cauldron. Kneel and submit, and I will grant you a fortuitous opportunity!"

Xiling Beast Mountain!

If this were in the outside world, hearing this name would make even a Sect Master wary.

That was a true Primordial Divine Mountain in the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm, with unfathomable foundations and pure-blooded creatures sitting in command.

However, at this moment, falling into Wang Teng's ears, this long string of self-introduction was automatically filtered into two words:

"Takeout."

Wang Teng's blood-red double-pupils instantly focused.

In his vision, this majestic white tiger was no longer a living creature.

It was a walking, high-calorie "ball of vital energy" emitting an extremely enticing aroma.

"Xiling... Skinny Mountain?"

Wang Teng subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the highly corrosive drool dripped onto the ground, instantly corroding through the rock.

"The meat looks very firm, I just don't know if it will be too tough."

The white tiger was stunned.

It had never seen such a rude look before.

That wasn't the look of seeing an opponent, not even the look of seeing an enemy; it was a butcher looking at meat on a cutting board, a diner sizing up a meal on a plate!

"Presumptuous!"

The white tiger was furious; as a direct descendant of Xiling Beast Mountain, when had it ever suffered such humiliation?

Even the cubs of pure-blooded creatures had to show it some respect when they saw it!

"Roar—!"

A tiger's roar shook the mountains and forests, and the ancient trees in this area of Baiduan Mountain instantly exploded, turning into wood chips filling the sky.

The white tiger moved; it didn't test him, coming straight in with a thunderous strike.

It opened its mouth and spat out a beam of Geng Metal Sword Qi, a white beam of light, incomparably sharp.

Even the void seemed to be sliced open, emitting a piercing screech as it went straight for Wang Teng's brow.

"So fast!"

Wang Teng was startled, but the instinctual reaction of this body was faster than his thoughts.

There was no need to think about how to dodge; the nine giant tails behind him seemed to have a consciousness of their own.

With a "boom," they instantly exploded outwards like a peacock spreading its tail, yet carrying the grimness of hell.

One of the tails, like a streak of black lightning, lashed forward violently.

"Clang!"

A loud noise, and sparks flew everywhere.

The indestructible Geng Metal Sword Qi was actually shattered by this tail!

Wang Teng only felt a slight numbness at the tip of his tail, followed by an inexplicable, violent pleasure.

He looked down at his tail; the fierce beast head at the tip, which resembled a True Dragon, was currently slightly opening its mouth.

It seemed to be mocking the opponent's attack for being weak and powerless.

"This... how is this possible?"

The white tiger's pupils contracted violently. This strike of its was enough to pierce through a stone mountain, yet it was hard-tanked by the opponent's physical body?

"What... what kind of weird tail is that?"

The white tiger stared suspiciously at the nine tails behind Wang Teng, each of the beast heads at the end of the tails staring right back at it.

Eighteen eyes, carrying eighteen different kinds of cruelty and greed.

"Is this the power of the Nine-Nether Ao?"

Wang Teng was overjoyed.

So what if there's no system? My body is the strongest magical treasure!

"Since you attacked first, then I won't be polite. Dinner time!"

Wang Teng gave a low roar and kicked the ground violently with all four limbs.

"Boom!"

The ground collapsed, creating a huge crater.

Utilizing this terrifying reaction force, Wang Teng's massive body was like a black cannonball.

Instantly crossing a distance of several tens of zhang, he pounced directly in front of the white tiger.

This speed completely defied the common sense of his size!

"You're courting death! White Tiger Geng Metal Kill!"

The white tiger roared furiously, its whole body erupting with blinding white light, countless runes weaving around it, turning into a white field of slaughter.

It reached out with its huge tiger claws, the tips wreathed in a sharpness that could cut through everything, and smashed fiercely towards Wang Teng's head.

This was a great divine ability, a precious technique inherited from the ancient White Tiger lineage; once unleashed, its offensive power was unparalleled under heaven.

However, Wang Teng did not dodge or avoid it at all.

The pair of ancient, heavy ox horns on his head suddenly lit up with a dim, dark luster, and the mysterious runes covering them seemed to come alive.

"Moo—!"

A roar that was neither like a cow nor a dragon came from within his body.

Wang Teng suddenly lowered his head and, with that pair of giant horns containing the power to open up the heavens and earth, crashed head-on into the white tiger's sharp claws.

"Crack!"

A tooth-aching sound of bone cracking echoed through the forest.

"Awoo—!"

The white tiger let out a shrill, miserable scream; its tiger claws, which were enough to tear through refined iron.

Were actually twisted and deformed under the impact of Wang Teng's horns, dripping with blood!

Nine-Nether Ao, the head of the Ten Primordial Evils!

Its physical body was so strong that even a True Dragon or Heavenly Phoenix could only stand shoulder-to-shoulder with it; how could a mere descendant White Tiger possibly break its defense?