The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

There were five continents in this cultivation world. The White Tiger Continent was where beast races, lycans, and heavenly foxes resided.

Similar to how dragons, vampires, and qilins ruled over the Azure Dragon Continent, the White Tiger Continent was divided between the beast race, lycans, and foxes.

Currently, Sam and the rest were heading to the territory of the lycans, the Kingdom of Lupinoria.

There were some people waiting to be killed by his hands there—those who had tried to kill his wife, Lenora, and her family.

They had already killed her parents and separated her from her younger sister. This was a mistake, no, this was much more than just a mistake; it was an error, an error done to the life of the most dangerous man in the universe.

This deserved a whole new world of pain, an agony of universal level, and those useless pieces of shits were going to get it.

"I need an explanation, and you are going to give it to me," Sam glared at the huge white tiger with big yellowish eyes, its ferocious appearance now replaced with a downtrodden expression, like a boy being scolded by his mother for getting bad grades in exams.

Behind Sam, Seiryu, who was getting played with by little Lily and little Jane, smirked inwardly, seeing his furry brother getting reprimanded by their master who could very well be their father.

"My wife's family was ambushed, and her parents had been killed. What were you doing instead of protecting them, Byakko?" Sam crossed his arms and looked at Byakko, the Warden of Harmony.

"B-But... but master, it was you who ordered me to never interfere in their affairs.

I was just following orders," Byakko lowered his head as if feeling guilty of something, refusing to meet the eyes of his master, the only one who in this entire world had the authority to command him except for the world tree.

Sam rolled his eyes while shaking his head in self-blame. "I know, I know. I really regret doing that."

Sam sighed. "I'm sorry for lashing out on you like that, Byakko. You have always been the Softest one of the four. I shouldn't have tried to blame you for it."

Byakko was surprised. He didn't expect his master would apologize for something as measly as this.

The great master who had never shown emotion in his past life apologizing was definitely a hard pill to swallow.

Nevertheless, he still replied, "Please master, it's a small thing. You have nothing to apologize for."

"Mm anyway, you probably know why we are here. We are going to start the plan I explained to you long ago. You remember it, right?"

"Of course, master. What do you want me to do?" Byakko asked with determination.

"Nothing much. You, together with Seiryu, play with my little sweets, Lily and Jane, until I finish some business with the werecoyotes. Do you understand?"

"I-I understand, my master," Byakko looked at the twins, Lily and Jane, who were playing with Seiryu's head, trying to pull his azure scales curiously.

He felt a weird feeling from them. It was very similar to what he felt from his master, but it was very subtle and seemed like... it was just starting to grow.

"Do you feel it too, brother?" Seiryu looked at his brother, watching the twins with the same kind of expression he had when he first met them.

Ignoring the two continent guardians, Sam looked at the vial of sparkling golden blood floating in front of his face with a calm expression.

"Devour," a blood-red aura enveloped his being, followed by a strong suction force that pulled the vial into the swirling pool of condensed energy before disappearing into the palm of his hand.

<Assimilation of the blood of the Lycan progenitor has begun>

As the assimilation of the blood of the Lycan progenitor approached close to one hundred percent, Sam closed his eyes as he began to feel the changes happening in his physical body.

His white hair grew long and wild, turning as dark as night. His blue eyes gained more life, looking more like neon blue.

He gained more muscles, making his robe bulge apart. His appearance turned from calm and handsome into a literal beast of a man, which not only made him wildly attractive but also extremely scary.

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Kingdom of Lupinoria.

The werecoyotes were similar to werewolves; they possessed abilities like werecoyote transformation, supernatural healing, high affinity with nature, and the Alpha werecayotes had the ability to create Beta Werecayotes.

But unlike the werewolves who were direct descendants of the Lycan progenitor, they were merely a species created by him.

This was one of the reasons that drove the werecayotes to act against the werewolves, particularly Lenora's family, but it was not the only reason.

"This is not looking good for us," one of the elder werecayotes said, nervousness evident on his face.

"We should never have fallen for that devil's sweet words; now we are facing death at our doorstep," another elder added, a mixture of anger and fear in his tone.

"Shut the heck up! If you don't have any solutions, then just keep your mouths shut!" the man sitting on the throne roared, veins bulging on his forehead.

"It's all your fault, Keiran! If only you hadn't coveted the throne and given yourself to those devilish methods, we wouldn't be in this situation!" An elder werecayote looked at the man on the throne with a blaming and furious expression.

If looks could kill, he would have died a million times over.

"I hope no one will feel pain when I kill you... Well, I don't care either way; you're going to die today," a voice laced with sarcasm and bone-chilling killing intent filled the room, making it pin-drop silent.

Looking at the source of the voice, they saw a beast of a man with an aura that could destroy their souls just from the pure pressure.

"You... how the hell did you get inside?" one of the elders mustered the courage to speak but asked the wrong thing at the wrong time.

"Well, the security was not that good. All I did was a slap, and they turned into garbage paste," Sam smiled in amusement, but the veins popping on his forehead said otherwise.

"Anyway, are you ready to die?" A bloodthirsty green aura spread, filling the throne room, mixed with the aura of the Lycan progenitor, their creator, which made them kneel to the ground in fear and absolute submission.

They felt as if they were in the presence of an absolute unrecognizable monster that could devour them at any moment.

"Everyone except the one sitting on the throne, you can die now." Sam snapped his fingers, and the bodies of those except Keiran exploded into a mist of blood, painting the room with a nightmarish appearance that could make anyone puke in an instant.

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