As primordial vicious beasts, they were undoubtedly unruly, savage, perverse, sinister, cunning, and cruel.
Basically, every bad word in the book could be applied to them.
And that ferociousness extended even to their own kind.
Otherwise, why would they be called vicious beasts?
Looking at the winged creature lying before him, shaped somewhere between a tiger and a leopard and uncannily like Qiongqi, one of the Four Great Vicious Beasts of myth, Li Su was a little dumbfounded.
This was a vicious beast so savage it could even be ruthless toward itself?
"You're... Qiongqi?" Li Su hesitated.
"As expected of an Immortal Lord! Not only is your strength astonishing and unparalleled, but your eyes possess fiery eyes and golden pupils, able to pierce through truth and see beyond falsehood with a single glance, recognizing this little one's identity at once..." Qiongqi lifted its head. Its eyes, which ought to have been fierce and menacing, were now filled with reverence, making it look oddly adorable. It rattled off a whole string of words, laying it on thicker than any human flatterer.
"No, are you really Qiongqi? One of the Four Great Vicious Beasts of antiquity?" Li Su was stunned. In that instant, the terrifying image of the Four Great Vicious Beasts in his heart collapsed completely.
Qiongqi nodded, then swiftly shook its head. "Alas, Immortal Lord, this little one is undoubtedly a Qiongqi—the pure kind, without a trace of impurity. But this little one is not one of the Four Great Vicious Beasts. That's a misunderstanding!"
Li Su's face darkened. Pure, without a trace of impurity—what the hell was that supposed to mean? Still, the latter half of its words did surprise him.
"What do you mean?"
Qiongqi raised its head, let out a deep sigh, and said, "Immortal Lord, Qiongqi...