Chapter 142: Cui Jue Takes the Arena

The sound of cosmic law rang like a death knell over the scorched earth.

From the human side, a chilling wind surged abruptly; Cui Jue’s figure appeared silently at the center of the arena, like a phantom.

He still wore that white shirt, strikingly vivid against the backdrop of blood and char.

Around him, dark yin energy swirled, as if carving out a separate realm of the netherworld, utterly alien to this battlefield of slaughter.

“Netherworld, Cui Jue.” His voice was low, yet carried an icy chill that pierced straight into the soul; his gaze remained calm as he looked toward the beast faction.

No words were needed— the pervasive aura of death was the greatest provocation.

From the beast faction came a roar that shook the entire universe in response.

“Roar!!!”

The tiger’s roar brimmed with endless slaughter, dominance, and majesty!

It sounded as if it came from primordial antiquity, sharp enough to rend all things apart!

A white-gold light, like a falling meteor, crashed onto the arena; when it faded, a figure emerged.

It was not fully bestial, but half-human, half-tiger—nearly three meters tall, immensely muscular and powerfully built, its fur a luxurious white base streaked with jet-black stripes, muscles bulging with explosive force.

Its head remained that of a majestic tiger, a clear “King” character glowing with metallic luster on its forehead, its eyes like molten gold, burning with fierce battle intent and murderous intent.

Its hands ended in clawed paws covered in white fur, fingertips gleaming with cold light, as if capable of tearing through space effortlessly.

It was none other than Bai Sha, descendant of the Western Sacred Beast, White Tiger!

Standing there, it naturally radiated a horrific aura of brutal sharpness and slaughter that could annihilate all under heaven!

That aura was supremely yang, supremely rigid, supremely sharp and piercing—as if it were the very embodiment of “war” and “slaughter”!

The air on the arena was sliced by this aura, emitting faint hissing sounds.

“Beast faction—White Tiger, Bai Sha!” Bai Sha’s voice rang like clashing metal, dripping with condescending arrogance and icy malice; its golden eyes locked onto Cui Jue. “A mortal who cultivates death? Perfect—I’ll use your soul to temper my Tiger Soul!”

Its aura was vast and boundless—clearly at the peak of the Wanghou Realm!

Moreover, its demonic energy was sharper, more dominant than the previous Kui Ox, carrying a suppression force at the level of cosmic law!

“White Tiger! It’s a White Tiger descendant!”

“The Western Sacred Beast that governs slaughter! Its metal essence shatters all dark and yin arts!”

“Cui Jue’s Netherworld Ghost Dao is completely countered! How can he win?!”

The human faction erupted in chaos; the morale boosted by Su Wan’s victory was crushed once more!

Everyone could see—the beast faction had sent Bai Sha specifically to target Cui Jue. The absolute elemental advantage made Cui Jue’s chances of survival slim.

The faces of Ye Ting and the others turned grim. The beast faction’s strategy was precise and cruel!

On the arena, Cui Jue felt the razor-sharp metal aura of slaughter threatening to tear his soul apart—yet his pale face showed no reaction; instead, the yin energy around him thickened slightly, forming a barrier of netherworld defense.

“White Tiger… truly lives up to its name.”

Cui Jue spoke slowly, his voice still cold and calm. “Your slaughter aura has been refined to this degree—ordinary ghosts would be obliterated mere three zhang from your body.”

Bai Sha grinned, revealing rows of sharp white fangs, a cruel smile on its face. “Itachi understand well. Kneel now and surrender your soul—I may let Itachi die quickly.”

Cui Jue shook his head, his gaze indifferent. “My duty as an adept is to guide the dead, to judge good and evil.”

“Itachi have slaughtered countless lives, your murderous aura piercing the heavens—Itachi are precisely the kind of soul my Netherworld must deal with. Today, I shall lead Itachi… into Huangquan!”

“Arrogant!” Bai Sha roared, no longer wasting words—it knew its elemental advantage and sought a swift end.

“Innate Ability—Gengjin Divine Wind!”

It opened its mouth and spat—not ordinary demonic wind, but a violent whirlwind composed of countless razor-sharp Gengjin energy blades.

Where the divine wind passed, the arena floor was carved with countless deep grooves; space itself shrieked as it was torn apart, sweeping straight toward Cui Jue!

This wind shattered energy shields, corroded flesh, and could even damage the soul!

Facing this Gengjin Divine Wind, which directly countered yin and evil, Cui Jue did not dare to underestimate—he swiftly formed hand seals.

“Netherworld Ledger—Open the Path of Huangquan!”

Before him, a murky, lifeless, phantom river appeared, filled with the wailing of countless resentful souls—the shadow of Huangquan!

The turbid waters churned, attempting to swallow and annihilate the Gengjin Divine Wind.

“Sssshhh—!”

The Gengjin Divine Wind surged into the Huangquan shadow, immediately producing violent corrosion and erosion sounds!

White-gold blades clashed fiercely with the murky Huangquan waters, annihilating each other.

The Huangquan waters evaporated rapidly, while the Gengjin Divine Wind weakened steadily.

Elemental opposition was laid bare in this moment!

Though Cui Jue’s Path of Huangquan was miraculous, it was clearly at a disadvantage against the supremely sharp and yang Gengjin Divine Wind—its consumption far exceeded that of its opponent.

“Hmph! See how long Itachi can hold out!”

Bai Sha sneered, its golden eyes blazing brighter; its massive body surged forward like a white-gold lightning bolt, lunging straight at Cui Jue!

Its claws, sheathed in Gengjin energy, ripped through the air with unstoppable force, aimed directly at Cui Jue’s skull!

Speed and power combined—simple, brutal, effective!

Cui Jue’s pupils contracted—he knew he could not let it close in!

“Phantom Shadows Galore!”

His body instantly blurred, splitting into dozens of indistinguishable ghostly duplicates that scattered in all directions, while his true form retreated rapidly.

“Child’s play! Tiger’s Majesty Intimidation!”

Bai Sha raised its tiger head and unleashed an even more ferocious roar!

A solid golden sound wave, mixed with the White Tiger’s innate royal pressure, exploded outward!

“Boom! Boom! Boom…”

The ghostly duplicates shattered like bubbles under the roar’s pressure, vanishing one after another!

Cui Jue’s true body was struck by the sonic wave—he grunted, his netherworld domain violently trembling, yin energy scattering, a trickle of blood seeping from his lips.

“Found Itachi!” Bai Sha’s golden eyes instantly locked onto Cui Jue’s true form—its claws were already upon his head!

No escape possible!

Cui Jue’s eyes flashed with ruthlessness—he did not retreat, but advanced, thrusting both hands forward!

“Netherworld Soul-Sealing Bell!”

A black ancient bell, etched with countless demonic runes and radiating ancient netherworld energy, materialized instantly before the claws!

“DONG——!!!!”

Claws met bell—producing a deafening crash, like a great temple bell struck, or metal shattering!

The Netherworld Soul-Sealing Bell trembled violently; the demonic runes on its surface flickered and dimmed, emitting piercing wails—until finally, with a sharp “crack,” it was torn apart by the tiger’s claws, saturated with ultimate slaughter and Gengjin power!

Cui Jue was struck as if by a thunderbolt—he spat another mouthful of blood, staggered backward, his aura visibly weakened.