Xuan Tiger King stood in the starry sky.
His body was as vast as a mountain peak, harder than spirit gold tempered ten thousand times. A single tiger whisker stretched over ten meters long. Born a ferocious tiger among the king of beasts, he had risen step by step to the Nascent Soul Stage, weathering countless storms of blood and wind.
The slightest wisp of his aura was enough to make billions of living beings quake with terror, bleed from all seven orifices, and be frightened to death alive.
Yet at this moment, though his enormous body remained unchanged, it somehow gave the illusion of a docile cat.
"Fellow Daoist, according to the Immortal Sect administrative regulations, a grave incident involving the massacre of citizens has occurred. You are obligated to submit to an investigation, even if it involves examining your divine soul."
Jiang Ding spoke calmly.
"No, Heavenly Lord!"
"This is my divine soul. Even the Immortal Sect cannot..."
Xuan Tiger King panicked. He abruptly unleashed all his mana and essence blood, turned, and fled madly.
Buzz!
In an instant, a destructive pressure blossomed between heaven and earth. Xuan Tiger King's mountain-sized tiger body had only taken one step when it immediately froze. His divine soul and mana stiffened and congealed, no longer flowing in the slightest.
His body staggered backward involuntarily. His enormous head lowered, coming to rest before the Youth in Green Robes.
"Why,"
"are there always people who refuse to respect the Immortal Sect Laws?"
Jiang Ding murmured, gently placing a hand on Xuan Tiger King's forehead. "Compared to the Eight Great Immortal Sects' 'when punishment is unknowable, majesty is immeasurable,' or the Horned Demon Tribe treating kings as slaves, beating and whipping them at every turn, the Immortal Sect Laws are so clear. Everything is