The meeting with the nine Dao Children ended on a sour note.
Jiang Ding did not mind. He withdrew into the Soul-Spirit Void Realm on his own.
Those Dao Children fought for their respective sects' interests. The so-called authority to restrain them that the great powers had granted him amounted to little and could not truly bind them.
Likewise, those Dao Children would not stop deploying hidden Void Refining-level formations because of Jiang Ding.
That was their own affair.
Jiang Ding was now hiding in a Tiger Race tribe, lodged within the soul of a Foundation Establishment-level Black Tiger. Through the tiger's eyes, like windows onto the outside world, he watched a claw black as cold iron plunge into a Rock Demon Clan member's chest and rip out a heart core.
The Rock Demon Clan member's face filled with stunned disbelief. His body slowly toppled, crumbled into a heap of ore, and lost all trace of life.
"Roar!"
"White Pillar, you filthy bastard, you're finally dead! Hahaha!"
"Hahaha!"
Black Tiger threw back his head and laughed wildly, his voice shaking the surroundings. Who knew how much hatred lay in his blood-red eyes, or how many years of venom he had kept bottled up?
With his great vengeance finally won, the release was exhilarating.
"Black Fur, you..."
The Demon Cultivators of the Tiger Race around him stared at Black Tiger in fury and fear.
They knew Black Fur had a blood feud with White Pillar, the Rock Demon Clan inspector.
White Pillar had eaten Black Fur's younger sister and casually trampled his parents to death. They knew all of that.
But why kill a Rock Demon Clan inspector?
Over so many years and generations, grievances like these had been beyond counting. Such things were commonplace, and plenty of Tiger Race Demon