Nanyang Shines Upon Pinewind

"Bastard!"

A furious roar tore through the clouds.

The tiger demon steadied itself and resumed human form, clutching its right wrist tightly, its entire arm trembling faintly.

The Demon Race was blessed by heaven. Aside from their cultivation realms, their formidable demon bodies were themselves weapons of slaughter, far surpassing most cultivators' magic treasures. The only ones who could gain an advantage over them in close combat were those Golden Body Arhats of the Bodhi Sect.

Yet this brat before it had made it suffer a tremendous loss with such casual ease.

The tiger demon's eyelids twitched. Its vision was filled with thick blood mist. It had come as the vanguard to breach the city, only for several great demons on its side to perish first.

Having lost face before the demons of the three factions, it had to win it back with action.

But that brief exchange had left it unable to fathom this young man's true depth, and a faint dread rose in its heart.

At a tea stall somewhere in Pinewind Prefecture, the streets had long since been emptied after the prefectural yamen's advance notice.

The young monk sat with his back to the main street, rubbing the tea bowl as he cast an indifferent glance toward the horizon, unable to stop himself from sighing.

Those beasts had grown too accustomed to idleness. They had long lost their killing spirit.

In the old days, how could there have been such an absurd scene—eight fourth-rank demon immortals leading a host of great demons, yet intimidated by a cultivator of the same realm into not daring to advance a single step for so long?

Fortunately, the other demon immortals could also see the tiger demon's predicament.

A feather-cloaked figure with an eagle's head stepped forward. **"This Divine Dynasty