Black Tiger King stood in the starry sky.
His body was as large as a mountain peak, harder than spirit gold refined ten thousand times. A single tiger whisker stretched over ten meters long. Born a ferocious tiger among the king of beasts, he had fought his way to the Spirit Transformation stage through countless storms of blood and slaughter.
The slightest wisp of his aura was enough to make billions of living beings quake with terror, bleed from all seven orifices, and be frightened to death alive.
Yet at this moment, though his body remained immense and unchanged, it gave people the illusion of a docile cat.
"Fellow Daoist, according to the Immortal Sect Administrative Regulations, a grave incident involving the slaughter of citizens has occurred. You are obligated to submit to an investigation, even if it requires an examination of your soul."
Jiang Ding said calmly.
"No, Heavenly Lord!"
"This is my soul. Not even the Immortal Sect can..."
Black Tiger King panicked. He abruptly unleashed all his spiritual power and blood essence, turned, and fled madly.
Hum!
In an instant, a devastating pressure blossomed between heaven and earth. Black Tiger King's mountain-sized tiger body had only taken one step when it immediately froze. His soul and spiritual power stiffened and stagnated, no longer flowing in the slightest.
His body staggered backward of its own accord. His massive head lowered, coming to rest before the young man in green robes.
"Why,"
"does someone always fail to take the Immortal Sect's laws seriously?"
Jiang Ding murmured, gently placing a hand on Black Tiger King's forehead. "Compared with the Eight Great Immortal Sects' saying, 'When punishments cannot be known, authority cannot be fathomed,' and the Horned Demon Imperial Clan's practice of treating kings as slaves, beating and whipping them at