If You're Not Convinced, Keep It To Yourself

Liquor dripped along the White Ape's snow-white fur onto the green bricks.

Countless cultivators and demons held their breath, feeling that what had just happened was absurd beyond belief.

They truly hadn't expected that... within these Eight Hundred Miles of Linked Clouds, aside from great powers like Jade-Faced Immortal, there was someone who dared lay hands on a Roaming Void Sea Great Demon of the Sumeru Sect.

And...

Following the direction of that strike, the impassive Tiger Demon slowly raised his eyes as he noticed the White Ape's gaze.

What was this supposed to mean?

Setting aside the Sumeru Sect's terrifying backing.

In terms of cultivation alone, this White Ape was a genuine Roaming Void Sea great cultivator.

A demon of the Flowing Cinnabar Realm, no matter how deep his foundations, should at least have reined himself in somewhat before such an existence, even if he did not bow and scrape.

How had he dared to strike?

The crowd stared in a daze, unable to stop themselves from looking toward the Tiger Demon's side.

Earlier, they had thought that bird demon arrogant to the extreme, while the Tiger Demon was steady and restrained.

Now, it seemed they had been utterly wrong.

These two demons were fucking birds of a feather.

Each one was more arrogant than the last!

Sure enough...

After seeing the figure beside him clearly, the White Ape suddenly lowered his head and chuckled twice.

In an instant, his enormous body loomed over the Tiger Demon, his head lowering until it was nearly pressed against Tiger Mountain God's.

"Do you know... that you're courting death?"

The next moment, Tiger Mountain God's robe stirred beneath the White Ape's foul breath.

He met those bloodshot ape eyes directly, then extended a hand and slowly pressed it against that fur-covered ape