Not something we ate often

As soon as Shen Hui spoke, the enormous tiger did indeed turn its head.

Its golden eyes blazed like torches as it stared straight at Shen Hui.

His figure was reflected in its eyes. Its pupils narrowed to thin slits, and then its jaws opened.

"Roar!"

The tiger's roar made the mountains ring and the valleys answer.

Birds scattered from the trees, and leaves rustled down like rain.

Its jaws gaped wide, a foul wind blasting from its mouth. Even more than ten paces away, it sent their robes snapping.

A cold gleam flashed through Shen Hui's eyes. He stood his ground and merely said:

"So you're a beast that understands human speech."

As he spoke, he raised a hand, his fingers loosely curled. Sword Qi coiled around his fingertips, hissing, held back rather than released.

As the Sword Qi flickered, all the wild grass within three feet of him bowed flat.

At the sight, the enormous tiger abruptly drew back its neck.

Half its imposing ferocity vanished in an instant.

The savage light in its golden eyes gave way to alarm and uncertainty. Its forepaws unconsciously retreated half a step, their claws plowing four deep furrows in the ground.

Shen Hui walked slowly toward it.

He was unhurried, as though strolling through a quiet courtyard.

Yet with every step, his Sword Qi grew stronger. By the third, the sword radiance gathered at his fingertips shone a dazzling blue.

The enormous tiger shuddered all over.

It turned to glance at Green Bamboo, still slumped on the ground, then looked back at Shen Hui as he approached step by step. A low rumble came from its throat, almost as though it had swallowed nervously.

Then it wheeled around and pushed off with all four paws, scattering earth and stones.

Its massive