Rebirth of Nezha in the Investiture of the Gods

Before entering Qingqiu, Li Mingzhu first pulled Tiger Fool aside for some education and brainwashing, essentially making it clear that once they arrived, Tiger Fool should do his utmost to speak on their behalf.

Sometimes, a well-timed remark can play a crucial role; that goes without saying.

Li Mingzhu didn't expect Tiger Fool to be capable of delivering a stellar remark; as long as he didn't make things worse, that would suffice. After all, a confrontation was already inevitable. If Tiger Fool spoke recklessly, even with the Western Sect's external intervention, reconciliation would be impossible.

Li Mingzhu's plan was to stall, even if he ultimately had to battle the four White Tigers, until reinforcements from the Western Sect arrived. By then, as long as Tiger Fool didn't mess things up, uniting against the Western Sect should not be too difficult.

Li Mingzhu entered Qingqiu accompanied by three women and one beast, this time not bothering to conceal his aura. Guided by Hu Mei, they headed directly toward the central Wanhu Platform.

It was the dwelling of the White Tiger with the highest cultivation level and also the site where the White Fox Clan was being held captive. This was once the residence of the White Fox Clan as well.

Being the strongest clan in Qingqiu, it was only natural for them to occupy the best cultivation grounds—this was simply the law of survival for the Demon Clan.

In fact, this was the survival rule of the Primordial World: the strong enjoy all resources, while the weak have nothing!

The moment Li Mingzhu stepped into Qingqiu, he sensed four killing auras rapidly closing in on them. That chillingly sharp aura could only belong to the other four White Tigers.

Without hesitation, Li Mingzhu, along with Ao Yu and Yang Chan, stopped moving forward and waited for their formidable foes.

"Tiger! Get over here at once!"

The first to arrive was the White Tiger residing on Wanhu Platform, the one with the highest cultivation level among the five—at the Daluo Golden Immortal Perfect Stage. In an era where no Quasi-Saints existed in the White Tiger Clan, this White Tiger was known as the Tiger King.

He was also Tiger Fool's father, though Tiger Fool referred to him dismissively as "old man."

Upon seeing the Tiger King, Tiger Fool began trembling uncontrollably. Although he dared to call the Tiger King "old man" in front of Li Mingzhu, he held immense fear and respect for his father's authority.

But Tiger Fool couldn't forget Li Mingzhu's domineering iron fist and the restraining Beast Taming Ring, so he didn't dare truly approach his father.

"Father, your son has already been taken as a mount by my master. My master is a Jie Sect disciple, and I am deeply grateful for his kindness, so I cannot obey your command!"

With Tiger Fool's intellect, he could never say such a crafted line—this was clearly taught by Li Mingzhu.

The purpose behind these words was not to provoke the Tiger King but to simply speak the truth. The goal was to lay out their backing, informing the Tiger King of their ability to handle the Western Sect, serving as a preemptive warning.

"Nonsense! Boy, I advise you to release my son immediately, or I will not relent!"

The Tiger King's massive frame leaned slightly forward, as if poised to launch into a deadly attack if Li Mingzhu refused to release Tiger Fool.

"Tiger King, your words are mistaken. I taking Tiger Fool as my mount was destined by fate. Moreover, the Jie Sect was founded by Saints—surely that is better than your wandering ways, is it not?

Besides, I even slew the Third Prince of the East Sea Dragon King. Why would I fear you?"

Li Mingzhu combined both threats and persuasion, even as he secretly activated the Fire-tipped Spear, unleashing a killing intent from his body no weaker than the Tiger King's.

The White Tiger narrowed his eyes slightly, realizing the youth before him was far from ordinary. Just the palpable killing aura alone was enough to make him uneasy.

Not to mention, he wasn't sure whether this boy was aware of the pursuers behind him. If Li Mingzhu was indeed informed, his own predicament would become even more precarious.

"Kill!"

"Why waste so much time talking? Hu Hao, where's your dominance? Someone caught your son and turned him into a mount, yet you're dithering!"

"Elder brother, second brother, attack!"

Just as the Tiger King was deep in thought, three White Tigers stormed into the scene like a violent tempest, their target clearly Li Mingzhu and his companions.

Seeing this, Li Mingzhu secretly chuckled to himself. People often speak of "tigresses," and now he had encountered real tigresses.

The three White Tigers transformed into dazzling streaks of white light, hurtling forward with unstoppable momentum!

The phrase "a tiger descending the mountain" perfectly encapsulates their ferocity.

Li Mingzhu dared not underestimate them. He hurled the Fire-tipped Spear forward, transforming it into a brilliant rainbow streak heading straight for them.

The Fire-tipped Spear was a supreme killing artifact comparable to the finest Innate Spiritual Treasures. Combined with Li Mingzhu's extraordinary physical strength, its strike was unimaginably powerful.

The three White Tigers roared in unison, releasing a wave of white-golden energy from their mouths, which merged into a faint golden barrier.

Though the barrier seemed paper-thin, it successfully blocked Li Mingzhu's Fire-tipped Spear.

It was well-known that the White Tiger Clan disdained group living, but these five were different—they were a family, naturally proficient in joint combat techniques.

Li Mingzhu dared not take them lightly anymore. Retrieving the Fire-tipped Spear, he leapt forward abruptly, plunging into the encirclement of the three White Tigers.

Brandishing his spear, flames scattered everywhere, accompanied by faint star-like glimmers and an overwhelming killing intent.

The tigress who spoke earlier was a Daluo Golden Immortal. Though she was already wary of Li Mingzhu, she never expected him to face all three of them head-on.

The tigress's palm glowed intensely, gathering white light that radiated like sharp swords. Her killing intent, fueled by Geng Metal energy, instantly condensed.

"White Tiger Golden Light Palm!"

Hu Mei exclaimed in shock. An ancestor of their clan, also a Daluo Golden Immortal, had been grievously injured by this technique—she had witnessed it firsthand and remembered it vividly.

These Ancient Divine Beasts each possessed their unique inheritances. Though their abilities couldn't necessarily rival the Divine Skills of Saints, they had distinctive strengths.

Take, for instance, the White Tiger Golden Light Palm being used now; it was one of the seventy-two life-taking techniques of the White Tiger Clan, a killing method second to none.

The reason Tiger Fool was so easily subdued by Li Mingzhu was purely because of his own negligence. Otherwise, even Li Mingzhu would have faced considerable challenges in capturing him.

"Treasure Lotus Lamp!"

Realizing the three White Tigers were formidable adversaries, Li Mingzhu decided not to confront them directly. After all, his goal was merely to buy time.

Upon hearing Li Mingzhu's command, Yang Chan immediately threw the Treasure Lotus Lamp forward. The lamp's radiant seven-colored light expanded, forming layers of protective barriers around Li Mingzhu.

Under the Treasure Lotus Lamp, nothing could invade!

The three White Tigers unleashed various life-and-death techniques, but none could pierce through the layers of the light emanating from the Treasure Lotus Lamp. Its rainbow brilliance seemed eternal, immune to harm.

The battle looked chaotic and earth-shattering on the surface, but in truth, it was farcical—Li Mingzhu stood as though playing along, remaining unharmed no matter how fiercely the White Tigers attacked.

If the three White Tigers possessed the means of Ao Guang to seal the Heaven and Earth Rules, they might have posed a threat to Li Mingzhu.

After all, their cultivation levels and Daoist skills were not insignificant.

Given Li Mingzhu's abilities, he could have defeated the three White Tigers outright without suffering any injury. However, he aimed to awe the Tiger King further.

So far, he had showcased one supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure and another artifact on par with one.

The Tiger King had yet to strike, which was telling—he was still observing the situation.

While Li Mingzhu battled the three Tigers, Daoist Lu Ya, accompanied by Anan and Kasyapa, had arrived at Qingqiu's outskirts.