Yu Xiaowei sat beside the red-gold tiger, adjusting his condition as best as he could.
During this time, he had consumed a large amount of tiger blood, and the transparent hole in his abdomen was repaired.
The black soul ring seemed to respond to a call and transformed into a stream of black air that flowed into Yu Xiaowei's body.
Three soul rings—one yellow and two purple—appeared automatically. However, under the pressure of the ten-thousand-year soul ring, the originally bright soul rings became dim.
Yu Xiaowei immediately felt as if his body was expanding, and as the stream of black air continued to flow in, this feeling grew stronger.
However, in reality, nothing was changing in his body; the swelling sensation was just that—a feeling, without causing any actual harm.
Roar—! A tiger's roar echoed in Yu Xiaowei's mind.
What followed was a mental shock like a tsunami.
However, compared to Star Luo's senior agent, Black Tiger Douluo, the spiritual shock from the Red-Gold Tiger was clearly weaker.
The mental impact ended even before Godzilla could roar.
Although this red-gold tiger had unmatched combat power, enough to rival a high-level soul king, it was only a 15,000-year-old beast, so its spiritual shock and soul power impact were limited.
Relying on his unconventional body, Yu Xiaowei absorbed the soul ring into himself without much difficulty.
The fatigue he felt at the end of the previous battle had completely vanished.
On the contrary, he felt an unprecedented surge of power. If the red-gold tiger appeared in front of him again, he felt he could crush its head with a single blow.
His soul power rose to level 42.
This time, the part of his body that transformed into a dragon was his left arm.
As for the fourth soul skill from the red-gold tiger's ring, after contemplating it briefly, Yu Xiaowei's eyes suddenly lit up.
He summoned his martial soul to possess him, and the fourth soul ring lit up. Godzilla's dorsal fin and tail fin were now covered with a golden halo.
When someone was struck by the magical tail whip or slashed by the dorsal fin, a layer of soul power would condense on the wound, preventing any kind of healing soul power. As long as Yu Xiaowei didn't withdraw his soul power, the wound couldn't be healed.
A magical skill that could be considered the nemesis of healers.
Unfortunately, he didn't gain the Red-Gold Tiger's defense-breaking ability. Otherwise, he could beat a Soul King to death with just one whip.
He named this soul skill Destruction Breath.
After enjoying a thorough bath in the river, he returned the same way he came.
When Yu Xiaowei returned to the city, night had fallen.
That day, he had fought two ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts and ended up drinking a bellyful of fishy tiger blood, without even eating a warm meal.
Especially after advancing to the Soul Sect, he constantly felt an overwhelming emptiness in his stomach. Now, he felt like he could eat a whole cow.
Fortunately, the biggest benefit of this small town, which specifically catered to soul masters, was the abundance of places to eat.
Food made from various soul beasts was sold everywhere.
Yu Xiaowei was too lazy to care about flavor. He simply found a street stall and began to eat.
However, the ingredients at the small stall were limited. In just half an hour, he finished all the food the stall owner had, yet he still felt only half full.
Just as he was carrying a chicken leg and preparing to head to the next restaurant—
From a small hotel on his left, there was a burst of soul power fluctuations, followed by the sound of items shattering and screams.
The people eating at the food stalls and the pedestrians all looked excited.
"Soul masters are fighting—come on, let's watch!"
"Where? Where?"
"Tulip Hotel, hurry! The fight's almost over!"
In this small town near the Great Star Dou Forest, good and evil people mixed together, and soul masters often fought due to disputes. The residents here had long gotten used to it.
Unlike ordinary people in other places who feared soul masters like tigers, the locals here hoped for fights every day.
Otherwise, if you wanted to see soul masters fight during the week, you'd have to travel far to the big soul battle arena in Soto City—and that cost a lot of money.
Nothing was more entertaining than watching a live brawl in town.
Yu Xiaowei, of course, was different from these ordinary folks. He was too lazy to enjoy the spectacle. He just wanted to fill his stomach.
At that moment, a white figure flew out of the hotel and flew straight toward him.
With Yu Xiaowei's skills, it was impossible for him to be hit, and he dodged easily with a swift move.
Then another white figure flew out from inside and landed at Yu Xiaowei's feet like a dog eating dirt.
Yu Xiaowei chewed on his chicken leg and glanced at the young man at his feet. Though he looked a bit disheveled, he wasn't actually injured.
"Idiot, use your martial spirit!"
A furious roar came from inside the hotel.
"White Tiger, possess!"
"Phoenix, possess!"
Among the following voices, Yu Xiaowei heard one he recognized, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Dai Mubai's injuries had recovered very quickly. He was beaten senseless last time, but he hadn't changed at all—still arrogant and domineering.
Who gave him that confidence? Fish Leong?
The fight inside escalated. With the rise of powerful soul fluctuations, a moment later, a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression, surrounded by five soul rings, walked out of the hotel first.
Behind him were seven young men and women dressed in pale white robes like him. On their left shoulders, a green circle was embroidered with two characters inside: Canghui.
Dai Mubai and a chubby boy with short hair followed closely behind, laughing as they walked out.
Following them were a bearded young man, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and the expressionless Zhu Zhuqing.
The Shrek Seven Devils from the original novel—well, now the Shrek Six Devils—were all present.
There were no more bruises on Dai Mubai's face, and he looked even more arrogant than he had at the Rose Hotel.
However, the moment he saw the smiling Yu Xiaowei, he froze in his tracks and his expression changed rapidly.
It was unclear whether it was anger or fear.
Xiao Wu, who had been energetic just a moment ago, immediately turned pale and quickly hid behind Tang San.
The violent scene of Yu Xiaowei swinging Dai Mubai and slamming him into the ground at the Rose Hotel was still fresh in her memory.
Oscar, walking behind them, noticed the change in everyone's expression and couldn't help but feel confused.
Especially when he saw Zhu Zhuqing, who had been like an iceberg since enrollment, showing a rare trace of fear.
He couldn't help but begin guessing the identity of the young man ahead.
Ma Hongjun, who was completely unaware of their past conflict, casually asked as he saw Dai Mubai stop and stare at the young man across from them:
"Boss, who is this guy?"
"He's the one who beat me up last time."
Dai Mubai replied through gritted teeth. The moment he saw Yu Xiaowei, his whole body ached again.
"Oh, so he's our enemy."
Upon hearing Dai Mubai's words, Ma Hongjun stared at Yu Xiaowei with hostility, then sneered:
"Now that the six Shrek brothers are here, Boss, it's time to teach him why roses are red."
Yu Xiaowei had excellent hearing, and Ma Hongjun didn't exactly lower his voice.
So even with the noisy surroundings, he still heard Ma Hongjun's words clearly.
"Alright then, let's go."
Yu Xiaowei wore a provocative expression, flipped his middle finger at Ma Hongjun, and said sarcastically:
"Haha, those who don't dare to stir up trouble are nothing special."
"Tiny dick, don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you don't come at me today, you're a coward."