This tall man was the leader of this cave dwelling—a tiger demon.
The tiger demon stared coldly at the yellow-furred gerbil and said, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"My name is Yellow Wind King. I came here to become the boss of this place. Get off that seat now and become my servant beneath my feet," the yellow-furred gerbil said arrogantly.
Now that he had learned the Yellow Wind Art, he had given himself a name: Yellow Wind King.
After hearing this, the tiger demon sneered. "You're just a tiny yellow-furred gerbil, yet you dare run wild before this king's cave dwelling? Don't think that having a little strength means you can do whatever you please here. I'd like to see what gives you the right to call yourself king!"
After saying that, the tiger demon swung his broadsword and slashed at the yellow-furred gerbil.
The yellow-furred gerbil was unafraid. He neither dodged nor evaded, simply thrusting both palms forward as immense power burst forth in an instant.
The tiger demon slammed into that force and was sent stumbling back more than a dozen steps before crashing heavily into the stone wall. He spat out blood, his face turning deathly pale. He had suffered grave injuries.
With only one move, he had been defeated.
The surrounding demons were even more shocked when they saw this. He was an expert!
"Well? Does this king have the qualifications?" the yellow-furred gerbil asked with a smile.
The tiger demon looked at the yellow-furred gerbil, then at his subordinates nearby. He lowered his broadsword, walked up to the yellow-furred gerbil, and knelt. Then he knocked his head heavily against the ground several times. "This subordinate greets the King!"
Demons needed to know how to read the situation—to bend when necessary and