Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 133 - 106: Power of the White Tiger!

Chapter 133: Chapter 106: Power of the White Tiger!

A military vehicle sped through the streets.

Inside the vehicle.

"Little Wu won’t have any problems, will he?" Xia Huilan asked worriedly.

"Ordinarily, nothing can stymie him, given that his Soul Power value, including his combat skills, are among the top in this barren prison," Li Kunlun commented.

"Prison?" Xia Huilan was taken aback.

Li Kunlun immediately realized and said to the captain, "Hey, she doesn’t know anything?"

"She’s a common person," the captain explained.

"A common person..."

Muttering to himself, Li Kunlun glanced at Xia Ni, whose expression was indifferent, then his gaze shifted back to Xia Huilan.

Xia Huilan’s face was full of worry, seemingly still concerned for Wu Xiaode.

Almost the moment she showed such an expression, Xia Ni’s face also revealed a look of concern.

Soul link?

One Soul Two Bodies?

Li Kunlun wisely closed his mouth and did not mention this.

A person capable of creating soul origin Mecha avatars is well-known in the All Worlds.

And you say she’s a common person?

Scare someone else!

Elsewhere.

"Wait a moment, I’ll get someone to arrange a plane to take us to the northern kingdom," Wu Xiaode said.

"No need," White Tiger said.

Its body slightly bent, it said to Wu Xiaode, "Climb on my back, I’ll take you."

"Ah, okay, but are we going to run? I’m worried it might take too long," Wu Xiaode said.

"It won’t," White Tiger said.

Wu Xiaode could only sit on its back.

The next instant.

He felt the White Tiger lunge forward, and the scenery around them instantly changed.

A man and a tiger appeared directly in a desolate wilderness.

A burst of gunfire came from not too far away.

The ground was covered with corpses.

Two groups of people were engaged in fierce gunfire.

"What’s happening?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"I can directly teleport to any place of slaughter—see how far we are from our destination?" White Tiger said.

Wu Xiaode took out his phone, opened the navigation app, and looked.

This place was the suburban area of the Capital of the northern kingdom.

Just an instant.

They had already traversed the vast continent and reached the northern kingdom.

But it was already 11:15 PM.

They needed to hurry!

"This is the outskirts, we need to head to the city center, to find the location of the Church Court."

"Why do we need to go to the Church Court?"

"It is the center of power in this country, the national foundation ceremony will be held there tomorrow," Wu Xiaode said.

"I see, let me check," White Tiger said.

Its gaze flickered as it looked into the Void a few times, then suddenly said, "There’s a lot of killing here, let’s talk more once we enter the city."

The White Tiger leaped forward.

The scenery around them changed in a flash.

Wu Xiaode and White Tiger appeared in an armory.

The ground was littered with the bodies of several officers.

There was a sound from outside, along with a lot of voices.

"Do you need a disguise? I can change your appearance," White Tiger said.

"No need, I want them to know it was me," Wu Xiaode said.

He looked down at his phone, then waved his hand to lay down the Demon Mist.

The Demon Mist first concealed itself and then hid Wu Xiaode and White Tiger’s figures.

Someone peeked their head out from outside the door, looked around, but saw nothing.

"Strange, there definitely was a noise..."

The person muttered and withdrew their head.

"We are already inside the city, there’s only a few kilometers to the cathedral," Wu Xiaode said, looking at the map on his phone.

"Shall we go?" White Tiger asked.

"Let’s cause a scene first," Wu Xiaode said.

White Tiger disappeared into the mist and began running slowly, quickly rushing out of the armory.

Outside, a row of officers was tied up on racks.

Several men in priest robes were loading bullets into rifles, apparently preparing to execute those officers.

"You have one last chance to praise the divine grace of God," the leading priest said.

"If we do that, will you spare us?" one of the soldiers asked.

"That’s not possible, tonight’s sacrifice still lacks some souls. If you praise God, your bodies will be placed a little higher up," the priest said.

"To hell with that!" the soldier glared in anger.

Wu Xiaode jumped down from White Tiger’s back, drew out his Dream Blowing Blade, held the blade horizontally, and walked past behind the priests.

One by one, heads rolled down from the blade edge.

White Tiger looked at those fresh corpses, pressed its paw on the ground, and said:

"Weak souls, you must acknowledge me as your master, or you will be consumed by me and cease to exist in this world."

As soon as it finished speaking.

The blood from those headless bodies was all sucked back in.

The corpses crawled up, picked up their heads, and neatly set them back on their necks, standing respectfully in front of Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode was feeling astonished when the Book of the Dead flipped open on its own, revealing a line of ice crystal text:

"Your spirit has activated the White Tiger Spirit Skill—Chang Ghost."

"Activation condition: The target’s merit is negative, deep in sin."

"Description: Those you and your spirit have slain become ’Chang Ghosts,’ serving at your behest."

The White Tiger spoke up just in time:

"Ask them if you need something, for now I am their ’God,’ and they will willingly do anything for me."

"Where is the Pope?" Wu Xiaode asked.

The figures remained wooden and motionless.

"You can’t start with such a tough question; their rank might not be high enough to know where the Pope is," the White Tiger sighed.

"I’m being impatient—among the people you know, where is the person with the most authority?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"Military headquarters, third floor, Cardinal Lord is there," a man replied.

"Let’s go, kill him," Wu Xiaode said.

The expressions of several Chang Ghosts gradually became more spirited.

"The weather’s terrible, isn’t it?"

"Yes, it’s almost dinner time, shall we have some wine?"

"You get drunk too easily. Let us drink instead."

"Perhaps we should ask Cardinal Lord how he plans to handle dinner?"

"That’s a good idea."

"Let’s go."

The figures slowly chatted as they walked along the corridor, turned up the stairs, and continued all the way to the third floor.

Knock knock knock—

Someone knocked on the door.

The door opened.

The Cardinal, seeing his men outside, asked in surprise, "What are you doing up here?"

"Sir, it’s mealtime," one of the subordinates shrugged.

"Please come down and join us for a meal and drink. Everyone’s been executing officers all day; their hands are numb, hoping you could spare a few words," another subordinate added.

The Cardinal pondered for a moment, then laughed, "Well, it is time to have a meal with everyone."

He stepped out of the room and walked towards the stairs, surrounded by the crowd.

"Attack," Wu Xiaode whispered.

Several Chang Ghosts immediately made their move.

Two grabbed the Cardinal’s arms, one stabbed with a knife, while two others held his feet, and another landed a heavy punch on his head.

Facing this sudden attack by his subordinates, the Cardinal only spat out one word:

"Die."

Suddenly, numerous spikes erupted from his body, impaling everyone around him, leaving them hanging in midair, unable to move.

The Cardinal sneered, "You—"

Slap!

A Demon Hand emerged from the Void and viciously slapped him across the face.

Another Demon Hand extended two fingers, aimed to gouge his eyes in a "dragon-snatching pearls" maneuver.

But in an instant, the Cardinal’s head transformed into numerous spikes, piercing directly through the two Demon Hands.

The hands paused, then dissipated into white mist and vanished.

"Hmph—"

Just as the Cardinal was about to speak, a burst of explosive flame erupted from his face.

He had, after all, made contact with the Demon Hand.

The gloves, hanging from his spikes due to the impact, sparked a fire.

This was the moment Wu Xiaode had been waiting for!

He had been standing at the corner of the staircase, and only now did he draw the Dream Blowing Blade.

The long blade shone like snow.

Wu Xiaode swiftly moved forward, lunging at the Cardinal.

"Go to hell!"

The Cardinal sensed his approach; spikes suddenly pierced through the entire corridor.

He looked like a monster!

However, Wu Xiaode’s form turned into a mist, fearless against the barrage of spikes.

—Silent Demon Mist, second layer, Fog Shadow!

His body turned into mist, passing all the spikes. He raised the blade high, aiming it at the Cardinal’s head, and swung down fiercely, creating a vicious golden streak.

Swish!

The Cardinal was instantly split in two.

The distinguished Cardinal stood still—

His body’s spikes had dug into the walls around him, fixing his body in place. He stood rigid for a moment, then collapsed into two halves.

"Rise," the White Tiger whispered softly.

The Cardinal’s body slowly came together, rising from the ground, and step by step, he walked to the side of the White Tiger, with a completely respectful manner.

"What is your plan for the founding of the nation?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"The Divine General will descend from the Sky Ladder to the mortal realm, destroying all resisting humans, selecting the purest souls from the Holy Country, and taking them back to the realm of the God," the Cardinal said.

"Impossible, I’ve heard that the complete Sky Ladder requires the sacrifice of an astronomical number of humans to function," Wu Xiaode said.

The Cardinal grinned, "Tomorrow morning, in every town square of the Holy Country, sanctuaries for sacrifice will be erected."

"A bunch of lunatics," Wu Xiaode cursed, then asked, "Who is in charge of all this?"

"Of course, it’s the Pope," the Cardinal replied.

"Where is he?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"At this time, he should be in the Church Court, making final preparations for tomorrow’s events," the Cardinal replied.

"Take us to the Church Court," Wu Xiaode said.

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