Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

The vast wilderness stretched endlessly, and the cold wind sliced through the air as if the earth itself were a butcher's block, viewing all living beings as fish on the chopping board. (Note 1)

"Boom!"

"The Tiger King patrols the mountain, all beings make way!"

Sixteen barbarian Great Hans carried a golden bell as tall as a small mountain, forging a path ahead.

Behind them was a massive palanquin carried by eighty-eight barbarian warriors, united in their effort.

Within the palanquin lay a majestic tiger, its yellow fur and white whiskers marked with patches.

And it was the Totem of the Fierce Tiger Tribe: the Fierce Tiger!

Wherever the palanquin passed, all living creatures fled far, far away. Those too slow to escape were violently dispatched on the spot by the warriors of the Fierce Tiger Tribe, their blood splattering the ground.

As they patrolled through a narrow path, enormous boulders suddenly tumbled down the mountain. Many of the path-clearing barbarian warriors were crushed on the spot, their fates too gruesome to behold.

"Assassins! Assassins! Protect the Tiger King, protect the Tiger King!"

A colossal Fierce Tiger warrior, wielding a mountain-splitting giant axe, took command.

In an instant, the patrolling tribe warriors descended into chaos.

At this moment, a soul-shaking roar echoed through the skies.

A Jiao Long, several zhangs in length, descended from the clouds above the mountain peak, its teeth and claws poised for attack.

"Is that the Totem Jiao Long of the Azure Dragon Tribe?"

The Giant Axe-wielding warrior recognized the Jiao Long and cried out in shock.

The Fierce Tiger within the palanquin squinted its eyes, staring intently at the Jiao Long circling mid-air.

It could keenly sense the bloodline of the Ancient Dragon Clan within the Jiao Long; devouring it would enable its own advancement to a Fifth-level Demon Beast.

At this thought, a fervent light burst forth within the crimson Beast Soul of the tiger's eyes.

Without hesitation, it leaped up, confronting the Jiao Long in mid-air with a roar that resonated through the forest.

A fierce battle ensued between dragon and tiger, a struggle of life and death!

At this moment, a Sword Shadow, swift as lightning tearing through the sky, lunged straight toward them.

"Assassins, stop him, stop him!"

The warriors of the Fierce Tiger Tribe, seeing an attacker, rushed forward to block.

Li Chen casually slashed with his sword, cleaving a misfortunate blocker in twain right there, blood spraying dramatically into the air, a horrifying sight.

The other tribal warriors, struck with terror by this bloody scene, scrambled back in retreat.

The Fierce Tiger's eyes blazed red, and it bellowed in fury: "Mengke, stop him!"

Mengke, the Commander wielding the giant axe, upon hearing the Totem Fierce Tiger's command, swung his axe mightily and led a team of warriors to intercept Li Chen.

In the distance, thousands of tribal warriors were rapidly approaching like a tidal wave.

Seeing this, Li Chen's brows slightly furrowed.

Yet no fear showed on his face as he quickly formed seals, summoning the Seven-star Dragon Abyss.

"Array, begin!"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Three Thousand Magic Swords, like a raging storm, swept across with the momentum to destroy heavens and earth. Despite the fierceness of the Fierce Tiger Tribe's warriors, they were mere flesh and could not withstand the piercing speed of the Magic Swords.

In an instant, they fell like cornstalks reaped by the Death God Scythe, one after another, lifeless on the ground.

In a short while, the ground was littered with corpses, a river of blood flowing, looking like a Shura Hell on earth.

The Fierce Tiger had not expected such a formidable weapon of mass destruction to be in the hands of this tiny Human Clan member. Moreover, it could clearly sense that within the Seven-star Dragon Abyss, there was a powerful Beast Soul that could intimidate its own soul.

Now it finally understood why the White Turtle from the Divine Turtle Tribe had suddenly perished.

Realizing the situation was dire, the idea of retreat formed in the mind of the Fierce Tiger.

It fiercely swiped a paw, forcing the approaching Jiao Long to back off.

Immediately thereafter, it transformed into a black hurricane, fleeing towards the Fierce Tiger Tribe.

"Think you can run? It's not that easy!"

Li Chen quickly caught up, breaking the sound barrier with his body and used his sword to block the path of the Fierce Tiger.

The Fierce Tiger roared furiously at Li Chen, attempting to scare him off.

A trace of scornful coldness flashed in Li Chen's eyes, and he ferociously swung his sword to strike.

The Fierce Tiger, wary of the might of the Seven-star Dragon Abyss, dared not clash directly and was repeatedly defeated.

"Roar!"

The Jiao Long quickly followed, opening its gaping mouth wide and viciously biting down on the hind legs of the Fierce Tiger, causing blood to flow incessantly.

The Fierce Tiger let out a series of agonizing screams. Even though it was ferocious, it was simply no match for both Li Chen and Jiao Long combined. After just a few exchanges, it was thoroughly defeated, lying in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.

"Today, even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"

The beast eyes of the Fierce Tiger were blood-red, filled with lunatic radiance, and its aura surged like a breached flood, climbing higher and higher.

Seeing this dangerous turn, Li Chen realized it was trying to self-destruct. He brought his hands together, and drawing a circle in the air, he used Drawing the ground as a prison to imprison it.

Then, he called out to Jiao Long.

"Little Dragon!"

Understanding his intention, Jiao Long's gaping maw opened wide, and with teeth sharp as swords, it clamped down firmly on the Fierce Tiger's neck. Moving up and down, it swallowed the tiger whole in one gulp, bloating its stomach to appear as if it were pregnant for ten months.

Seeing their totem being swallowed alive by the Jiao Long, the people of the Fierce Tiger Tribe were ashen-faced and in disbelief.

At first, some devout believers launched suicide attacks against Li Chen and Jiao Long.

However, they were all slain cleanly by Li Chen, as easily as chopping vegetables.

The remaining people no longer had the courage to charge. Like monkeys scattering from a fallen tree, everyone retreated.

As for this, Li Chen couldn't be bothered to pay attention to these defeated troops. Brushing off his hands, he then led Jiao Long, swaggering across the territory of the Fierce Tiger Tribe.

The news of the Tiger King being killed during his patrol spread quickly, reaching the entire Barbaric North.

This time, even the Mammoth Tribe, the Northern Dominator, became restless. The sudden rise of the Azure Dragon Tribe had severely threatened their dominating status, which made them quite uneasy.

The Black Wolf Tribe was even more startled, three times a day.

With the Divine Turtle Tribe and the Fierce Tiger Tribe successively falling, anyone with a sound mind could guess that the next target would very likely be them, the Black Wolf Tribe.

Yet, amidst the vague uneasiness, Black Wolf felt an inexplicable excitement.

The rapid rise of the Azure Dragon Tribe had already threatened the dominance of the Mammoth Tribe in the Northern Territory.

That is to say, there must be a life-and-death fight between them!

If he hid himself and watched the tiger fight from the mountain, waiting for both parties to be injured, then he could come out to clean up the mess. Unifying the Barbaric North and becoming the new overlord seemed within easy reach.

Now the most urgent task was to choose a safe haven!

After pondering for a long time, an exceedingly suitable location emerged in its mind.

Wild Wolf Mountain!

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Note 1: This sentence is from Mr. Gu Long's "The Sentimental Swordsman, Ruthless Sword" and is not originally created by the author, hereby noted.