Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 1003

The giant tiger beneath the city wall instantly transformed into a howling wind and swept past. If it weren't for the fact that some people had died of fright, everyone would have thought they were seeing a hallucination.

But there's no way to explain it now. The only explanation is that demons have appeared. These days, science doesn't prevail, so it's normal for people to be superstitious.

No footprints were left at the scene, which is normal given the ghosts and monsters—there were four or five dead people at the scene, at least several hundred witnesses, and no photos were taken, so it will probably just remain a legend in the end.

Bai Lang charged straight towards the Anglo-French allied forces to watch. He swaggered around like a madman—he was a symbol of swords and war, and no weapon could harm him. Weapons without divine power were helpless against him.

The gale subsided before the Allied forces, and a huge, strange white tiger looked at the short foreigners before it with a foolish curiosity—in those days, Westerners were not as tall as the northern Chinese.

He had seen relatively few modern soldiers, but British and French soldiers had never seen such a huge monster.

The army was thrown into chaos, with many raising their rifles—but none of them were loaded.

So they frantically loaded their weapons, and some even collapsed to the ground in fright—it was clearly a ferocious beast in front of them, the size of which could devour a person like a snack.

All the officers, including the accompanying diplomats, were dumbfounded. No one had ever said that such a monster existed in Asia.

The volley of gunfire erupted, but the giant tiger was unharmed. The lead bullets slid weakly off Bai Lang's body; he couldn't even feel the impact.

The six-pound cannon was quickly pulled out and loaded. After firing a shot, Bai Lang was only scratched. "That's it?" he muttered, completely ignoring the fact that the foreigner opposite him was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his head at the fact that the monster could speak human language.

With claws extended, it picked up a foreigner who looked like an officer. After Bai Lang grabbed him, Feng Ren spontaneously stripped him naked, and the claws popped out to open his chest and pull him out of the water.

Bai Lang was pondering a question, "Should I eat it or not?" Ever since he was "promoted" by the big boss, his way of thinking had also turned towards the demonic lineage.

The Western White Tiger probably wouldn't care about whether or not it eats people. In the eyes of the Four Heavenly Spirits, all things are the same. Humans, monsters, and all living beings are equal. Eating people is no different from eating other creatures.

Although the Four Spirits don't actually need to eat.
After thinking for a long time and mentally preparing himself, Bai Lang still threw the corpse away. "Never mind," he said to himself, then looked at the British and French soldiers in front of him, who let out a terrifying roar with a smirk.

The roar was loud and violent, loud enough to kill a person, and with the cutting power of the golden blade contained in the roar, it directly opened a fan-shaped path of flesh and blood in front of him.

Thousands of British and French soldiers were instantly reduced to minced meat and skeletons with a single roar, and the next second, the white wave transformed into a howling wind and swept away again—this guy really just came to take a look and gave a shout on the side.

His departure took away the short-term memories of these people, and even the memories of those on the other side of the city gate tower were fading away—they could only vaguely recall a strange gust of wind.

The British and French sides likely replaced it with a massive explosion, where gunpowder suddenly detonated, causing serious casualties.

The giant tiger will ultimately remain a legend, and this is the small amount of protection Bai Lang receives.

"Soon I'll be able to break free, and from then on I'll fully realize the concept of the White Tiger Star Lord. Finally, I can get close to those big shots from the root—I'm definitely stronger than the pilots." Bai Lang was also very happy. So he returned to the cave to hibernate again—this time for a very short time.

Just a few decades later, as the Japanese pirates invaded, Bai Lang was awakened by the bloodthirsty aura that had reached its peak.

A small squad appeared where he was; they were clearly Japanese soldiers.

This should be part of the Great Wall resistance, and these Japanese devils were likely trying to bypass the main defense line to infiltrate.

The number of people isn't small either, probably two or three hundred.

This world is ultimately different from the original world, and Bai Lang's existence proves this point.

The enormous white tiger lay on a huge rock outside the cave, calmly watching the Japanese soldiers who appeared before it as they rounded the ridge.
Upon seeing the white tiger, the first thing the Japanese soldiers did was slide to their knees—they were human, not magical creatures, and they were afraid.

Such a huge creature was definitely supernatural, and the Japanese of that era inevitably became superstitious; of course, some people even fired shots.

But when they realized the bullets were useless, they quickly joined the kneeling ranks.

The creature before him, in Eastern tradition, was imbued with divine power. Bai Lang looked at the Japanese soldier before him and spoke, "Those who offend the divine power of my Celestial Empire shall die."

His words contained divine inspiration; even those who didn't understand Chinese could correctly grasp their meaning. Some immediately collapsed, while others attempted a final desperate stand.

Bai Lang simply granted them an equal death, sucking out all their souls with a single breath—"This thing is getting harder and harder to absorb. If I didn't completely lose the concept of a soul, I wouldn't be able to kill anyone even if I extracted it." Thinking back, there were ghosts and gods in the past, but now that's completely impossible.

So he had to breathe out a breath that transformed into a fierce wind and golden blades, cutting all the dazed Japanese soldiers in front of him into pieces.

As for the souls extracted, those things were so transparent they were like phantoms, and they could hardly even form a human shape. They were more like extremely thin mist, and they certainly couldn't kill people like they used to.

If it's extracted now, it will only make the victim feel a little dizzy and uncomfortable for three to five days.
Bai Lang easily killed these Japanese soldiers. "The Great Wall Resistance, huh?" Although these souls were not deadly, they carried some memories that Bai Lang could still know. "Only 33 years."

He can't get out now. Although the old man no longer focuses his attention here, the increasingly materialistic world is really restricting his actions.

It's not that he can't run around freely, but if he really does, he'll inevitably drag the world back into the scene of spiritual energy revival. Then the old man's eyes might be on him again—it won't be easy to save face then, and Bai Lang, as the "culprit," might be used for a while.

The old man won't do anything to him, but it's inevitable that he'll mess up his job, and it's not easy for a big shot to lend a hand at that time.

So if Bai Lang acts recklessly, he will likely leave this mountain forest and immediately ask the big boss to take him away. However, Bai Lang is not quite ready to leave yet; he is still thinking about stopping that massacre.

The best way is to kill all the Japanese devils. Bai Lang tried to move slightly, and a quartz slab immediately fell down in front of him.