Volume One: Lich Calamity Chapter 168: White Tiger's Vengeance, The Irrevocable Outcome

Meanwhile, in the far west, at the White Tiger Clan’s stronghold.

After Geng Ning returned to the westernmost lands with several members of his clan, it was as though he had become a different person entirely.

“Those damned demons! This is intolerable! If they push me any further, I’ll tear down their Celestial Court myself!”

Geng Ning’s voice was raw with rage as he gazed upon the White Tiger Clan’s stronghold, now little more than a ruin.

“Young Chieftain, you mustn’t be reckless!” several of the clan’s elders, who had fled to seek Geng Ning, hastened to urge restraint.

“Reckless? Just look at this place! What’s become of it now? Ever since Great-grandfather left, has all the blood and spirit of the White Tiger Clan vanished too?”

Geng Ning’s anger boiled over at the elders’ attempts to calm him.

“In the past, we may not have rivaled the great three clans, but we were never so downtrodden! It hasn’t even been that long, and yet you’ve all become like this. Shall we wait until the world forgets the White Tiger Clan ever existed?”

The elders were struck speechless by his accusation.

Seeing their silence, Geng Ning gave a cold snort, swept his sleeve, and strode away.

One of the elders, troubled by the scene, turned to the Grand Elder.

The Grand Elder, unconcerned, replied, “It’s of no consequence. The Young Chieftain’s strength is formidable. Even alone, he can retreat unharmed if need be. Besides, I’ve sent Geng Ci to follow him.”

“Fifth Elder?” Several elders exclaimed in surprise.

No wonder they reacted so—everyone in the White Tiger Clan knew that, apart from the Ancestor Geng Chen, who could not act lightly, Fifth Elder Geng Ci was by far the most powerful among them, nearly at the mid-stage of Golden Immortal. His mastery of the Geng Metal Swordplay was enough to strike terror into many of his peers.

With that, the elders dropped any further objections to the Grand Elder’s plan.

As for Geng Ning, he remained oblivious to all this. After leaving the devastated ancestral grounds, he realized he might have been somewhat rash. Still, even if given another chance, he would have acted the same.

“A bunch of old fools! Where is the pride of the White Tiger Clan? If you won’t act, then I’ll show them myself!”

With that, Geng Ning soared straight for the heavens.

Reaching the Western Heavenly Gate, he immediately began to bellow, “You demon scum in the Celestial Court, hand over my clansmen at once! Or don’t blame me for tearing your palace apart!”

After Geng Ning had shouted for some time, a few figures finally appeared before him.

“Who’s this fool who dares make trouble at our Celestial Court? Tired of living, are you?”

“Well, well—aren’t you just a nine-headed freak? Do you think having more heads makes you braver?”

Geng Ning recognized him at once—it was the Nine-Headed Ghost Chariot, a distant relative of the Phoenix Clan.

“How dare you speak to a Demon Saint like that, boy? Clearly, you’re impatient for death. Let me send you to the realm of rebirth to cool your head.”

The Ghost Chariot was infuriated, and blood began to drip from each of his nine heads.

Geng Ning felt a sudden stab of pain in his soul.

“So, you possess soul-attacking magic. No wonder you’re so arrogant! Pity your strength is lacking; otherwise, I might really be in trouble today!”

Though Geng Ning was skilled in attack, his cultivation and defense of the spirit were lacking. However, he was already an early-stage Golden Immortal, while the Ghost Chariot had not even broken through to quasi-sainthood.

Geng Ning produced a dazzling golden fan-shaped artifact and swept it toward the Ghost Chariot. Instantly, countless blades of Geng Metal energy materialized, slashing at the demon’s body.

He quickly formed a hand seal, shielding his spirit from the Ghost Chariot’s attack.

Several demon kings behind the Ghost Chariot rushed forward to assist.

“So you’re relying on magic tools—no wonder you dare provoke us!” The Ghost Chariot jeered, ignoring his wounds.

“Magic tools? Enough talk—let me show you the true power of the Young Chieftain!”

Geng Ning’s body radiated Geng Metal’s aura, golden armor enveloping him head to toe. In a flash, he appeared at the Ghost Chariot’s side, his palm morphing into a sword as he struck at one of the demon’s heads.

“I’ve long found those heads of yours an eyesore—let’s cut them off!”

He lopped off a head, only to watch it grow back almost instantly.

“You don’t die? Are you truly immortal?”

Geng Ning’s breath grew heavy, his gaze grave.

“Save your strength. You’ll never kill a Demon Saint like me,” the Ghost Chariot taunted, dodging Geng Ning’s attacks while separating his nine heads.

“So I guessed correctly after all!”

Just as Geng Ning was about to strike the final blow, several stern voices rang out.

“Stop! If you persist, I’ll execute your clansmen before your eyes.”

“You dare?” Geng Ning snapped, turning to find Taiyi himself, clutching scores of White Tiger clansmen, standing before him.

Rage surged within him.

“Why wouldn’t I dare? Try me and see!” Taiyi stared at Geng Ning, his face devoid of emotion.

Though Geng Ning knew this was shameless behavior, he also knew how effective it was.

At that moment, one of the captured cubs began wailing in terror.

“See that? The little one’s already scared. Here’s my offer: a talent like you should join my demon tribe. Why bother resisting? If you join us, you’ll have excellent treatment—and so will your people.”

Taiyi’s face twisted in a wicked grin as he fixed his gaze on Geng Ning, waiting for his answer.

“Well? What do you say? Join me, and not only will you be treated well, but your people will too.”

But just as Taiyi thought he had won Geng Ning over, a sharp aura suddenly swept in. Taiyi swiftly summoned the Eastern Emperor Bell to defend himself.

The newcomer unleashed a single sword strike, cleaving open the Western Heavenly Gate and, without pause, seized Geng Ning and whisked him away.

“Let’s go. We’ll settle this later.”

Before Geng Ning could react, he was whisked away at incredible speed.

“Who are you?” he asked when he could finally move again, finding himself in a completely different place.

“Child, allow me to explain everything to you,” came the gentle reply.