Chapter 115 The End of the White Tiger

“What time has it come? You old guys are still hoping for God’s mercy?!”

“Ridiculous! Absurd!”

“Don’t forget your true identity!”

When the enemy was right before their eyes, a quarrel broke out in the huge ancestral hall. The instigator was none other than Dai Yuheng, the eldest son of Duke Baihu.

He was so furious that he scolded those elders to death, his upright body trembling with anger. He never expected that these old foxes who usually acted domineeringly would place their hopes on the so-called gods when they were about to die.

He tried to laugh, but what came out was an angry curse.

Scold them for being ignorant! Scold them for being old and foolish! Scold them for being as stupid as pigs!

The higher the position one sits, the less one believes in gods. Even if they are descendants of gods, they only have a little respect in their hearts. There is no devout belief at all, and offerings only exist in annual ceremonies.

What’s more, they all knew very well that the current leader of the White Tiger Family was not a descendant of the ancestor who became a god, but a descendant of the ancestor’s brother who fought life and death with him before he became a god.

This is something that some forces with long histories know, but they have tacitly not disclosed it. After all, the White Tiger Family itself is not weak in strength, so this is considered to be giving them face and a thin fig leaf.

At this point, the fig leaf was exposed by the eldest son of the Duke of White Tiger himself, and those pampered elders were instantly furious.

One by one, the old fellows whose bodies were half buried in the ground stood up tremblingly and yelled at Dai Yueheng. Their strength might not be strong, but their status was definitely high enough. For a moment, no one from the other tribesmen present dared to refute them.

They used their status to bully others, but Dai Yueheng did not back down. Since words could not wake them up, he would just beat them up!

“Buzz!”

The golden hair turned into black and white, and seven spirit rings were revealed. The overbearing power directly pressed on the shoulders of those old guys, forcing them to kneel on the ground without mercy!
The ground cracked open, and all the elders knelt down in front of the seats of their ancestors.

Dai Yuheng’s eyes flashed with an icy light, and he said in a cold voice: “Don’t you like kneeling? Then kneel until you die!”

Turning around, he glanced at the decadent figure with only half of its body in the corner, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

He first glanced at the tribesmen around him, then walked towards the altar amid their stunned expressions, opened his hand and grabbed the plaque at the top that read “Saint Emperor Taizu, White Tiger God Dai Mubai”.

Dai Yuheng touched the white jade tablet and said calmly, “It’s just a piece of stone after all.”

He slowly loosened his hands and the tablet fell downwards.

The elders of the tribe were furious and shouted in despair: “No!”

“boom!”

The tablet was broken into pieces, but it was not broken by being thrown to the ground. Dai Yuheng stepped on it and broke it into pieces.

After doing this, Dai Yuheng looked at a respected elder of the clan, walked up slowly, and took out a token from his arms in the other’s dazed gaze.

There is a lifelike tiger carved on the front of the token, and the word “Dai” on the back. This is a token symbolizing the orthodoxy of the White Tiger family and the patriarch.

The position of clan leader is usually taken up by each White Tiger Duke after he resigns from the title. The previous clan leader suddenly passed away, and the current White Tiger Duke has not yet stepped down from the title, so the position has remained vacant, and the token representing the clan leader’s token is also kept by many clan elders.

At this point, everyone present understood Dai Yuheng’s purpose, which was why they couldn’t believe it.

How dare he? How dare he! He is the eldest son!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Dai Yaoheng tightly grasped the clan leader’s token in his palm. The token, made of an extraordinary material, creaked, and tiny cracks appeared on the token. The next moment, it suddenly shattered into dust!
Dai Yuheng casually patted his dusty clothes and said nonchalantly, “Have you seen enough?”

Everyone was startled. Seeing this, Dai Yuheng sighed, and his eyes fell on them again. He said in a calm tone: “Haven’t you seen enough? They are about to come in.”

The shouting and screaming outside the ancestral hall was weakening. It seemed that the balance of victory was tilting towards one side, but everyone knew that that side was definitely not them.

Dai Yaoheng lowered his eyes and his voice rang in everyone’s ears.

“Run away, run away as far as you can, no matter what method you use, no matter if it’s a humble plea for mercy or a brave escape, as long as you can survive.”

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s the main line or the branch line; it doesn’t matter whether it’s born of a legitimate family or a concubine’s family. The one who survives will be the king. He is the new patriarch of the Dai family.”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang all around, the solid walls were pierced, the roof collapsed, and everyone was trying to escape in their own way.

The most important part of the ancestral hall, the altar table that enshrined the tablets of many ancestors of the Dai family, collapsed due to falling bricks and tiles. The many tablets on it fell to the ground, and the jade was covered with dust.

In the blink of an eye, the ancestral hall, which was once an important place for the family, fell into ruin.

At this time, there were only two people left here, Dai Yueheng, whose expression never changed from beginning to end, and Dai Hao, the White Tiger Duke who had lost half of his body.

Looking at his eldest son, Dai Hao’s gray pupils lit up a little.

He said, “They will die. The Xu family has long wanted to destroy the Dai family. This time, Xu Jiawei cooperated with those monsters and took advantage of the chaos on the entire continent to take action. And they must have intended to destroy the entire family.”

Dai Yuheng nodded slightly and admitted generously: “Yes, I just let them die.”

“Only if they die will your children have a chance to survive.”

The so-called “the last one standing is the winner” does exist, but it definitely does not exist among those people. Their greatest role to Dai Yuheng is to hold back those evil soul masters and keep his brothers and sisters, who were sent away by him first, alive.

Dai Yuheng did not feel any guilt about this. After all, this was their own choice, and what he said to them was meant to let them go to their deaths without worry.

“Those who wanted to escape have already escaped. The rest are truly loyal people. I will not owe them anything.” Dai Yuheng said in a neutral tone, “They will die, but the descendants of their lineage who carry your blood will live.”

The tone of his voice was not like that of a son speaking to his father, but more like that of a stranger.

In response, Dai Hao revealed a sad and bitter smile.

Ever since he was defeated in the Battle of Mingguan and fled with the enemy, his eldest son has never looked at him with a good face again.

Dai Yuheng continued, “As for Hua Fu, don’t count on him. He is just like you when you were young, even worse. He is like a pile of mud that can’t be helped. On the contrary, many of my half-born brothers and sisters are capable.”

“For my sake, they won’t do anything to Hua Fu.”

“The Dai family may be rebuilt in the future. No matter who is in charge, your blood will flow in their veins, and you will be at the top of the altar. This is my final reward to you as your father and your son.”

Two pairs of identical pupils looked at each other, and Dai Hao saw the determination in Dai Yuheng’s eyes.

He finally said:

“Today, you and I will die here.”

(End of this chapter)