"I'm really not the... demon you're looking for. You've got the wrong guy."
"Sure, I'm a tiger demon, but look at me—how could I possibly have the strength to rival a Heavenly Sect expert?"
"I usually pretend to be a rabbit and keep a low profile. Who would have thought that overnight, I'd become famous across the world? Everyone now knows I'm a tiger that became a demon, and they're all chasing me down to beat me and kill me. Who's deliberately screwing with me?"
The Rabbit Demon's tone held three parts resentment, three parts grief and indignation, three parts helplessness, plus that remaining one part bewilderment.
It truly was wounded. Whether in its demon body or in its heart, it was covered in wounds from head to toe.
The young man before it held an Eyebrow-Level Cudgel. The cudgel's cross-section was octagonal, and it was quite heavy. A blow from it would not be light.
The young man let out a breath. "Cut the crap. Tigers come in litters. Even if it isn't you, it has to be one of your kind that you know."
"Spit it out. Where is the tiger demon I'm looking for?"
Hearing the wind from the cudgel, the Rabbit Demon shuddered in fright, its pair of ears twitching several times. Its two enormous fan-shaped ears had already been pierced through, the wounds bearing the shape of two exquisite octagonal prisms.
There was no need to say more. The young man had definitely done it.
"Yuan Fazu, you're Marquis Shen's disciple, yet you don't even understand such a simple principle."
"If the local tiger isn't the one you're looking for, couldn't it be a tiger from another mountain? There are so many demons in the Demon Race—can one tiger demon possibly keep track of them