Demons, fiends—such words had spread far and wide.
The demonic path's reputation was terrible; that was beyond dispute. For those utterly self-centered madmen, a bad reputation was only natural. Even someone like the Demon Prince, who could be called "fair" within the demonic path, was a nightmare to ordinary people. They would trample all mortal things beneath their feet and twist everything according to their own will.
But... why were demons paired with monsters?
What had monsters done that was so special?
Li Qi was exceedingly curious about this. He was currently investigating the demonic path and even wanted to make a move against the Desire Realm. Thus, seeing how "demons" and "monsters" were spoken of side by side, he was greatly interested in how a third-rank great monster like Huodou viewed the demonic path.
Huodou raised an eyebrow when she heard the question.
Then she suddenly flipped over and pinned Li Qi to the ground in one motion.
The farmers nearby were badly startled.
From her appearance, Huodou looked quite young, only sixteen or seventeen at most. She possessed the grace of a lovely maiden of sixteen, and beside Li Qi, who looked like a middle-aged uncle at a glance, the two seemed like an uncle and his niece.
Yet their bearing was entirely the opposite. Huodou was the very image of "a posture in her body, spirit in her eyes; starry eyes faintly angered, carrying a trace of wrath." Face-to-face, she was overwhelmingly oppressive. Her complexion and figure were like the sun at noon, the moon at its full, peach blossoms in mid-spring—glorious, blooming, and brimming with life's leaping vigor.
In truth, that temperament resembled Zhu Fengdan's greatly. Whenever Zhu Fengdan became serious, the force and pressure he unleashed could completely overwhelm Huodou, turning her from the sun