You Can't Afford to Play

Qin He carried the Nine-Toothed Rake on his shoulder and strode forward in great strides, soon arriving at the entrance of Dingxiang Tower.

Seeing one of its "own kind" approaching, the Tiger Demon guarding the door merely glanced at Qin He and paid him no mind.

Qin He gave them a look as well and felt his face blindness acting up.

Unless their heads were different sizes, he truly could not tell who was who.

They were all covered in fur, with the character for "king" patterned across their foreheads. Their features were far too indistinct.

Before long, Qin He entered without a hitch.

The stench of blood rushed over him.

More than a dozen Tiger Demons had cheerfully set up several large pots in the first-floor hall. Some chopped furniture into firewood, while others randomly tossed seasonings into the pots, where soup bubbled and boiled.

As for the ingredients... several mangled, incomplete corpses lay nearby.

The sight made Qin He, who had intended to charge straight up to the fourth floor, stop in his tracks. He slowly shut the door, then slid the bolt into place.

The next moment, he flicked his hand, and two hundred iron nails shot toward them like a rain of pear blossoms.

Pfft!

They flew so fast that two hundred iron nails produced only a single sound of piercing flesh.

The dozen-odd Tiger Demons trembled wildly as though struck by lightning, then collapsed together.

Yet they did not die immediately, because Qin He's nails had avoided every vital spot. Wherever hurt the most, that was where he had driven them in.

They would remain perfectly conscious, unable to move, until they died amid the agonizing pain that made foam spill from their mouths.

Meanwhile, on the fourth floor.

The Tiger Demon leader and