In the direction of the Ten Thousand Mountains, Hu Dali, Killing Intent swirling around his body, watched the many demons who had migrated down from the Monster Realm.
One tiger demon in particular, named Hu Feng, filled him with disgust.
"All of you Tiger Clan members carry my ancestor's bloodline." Hu Feng swaggered about, pointing at the many tiger demons. "My ancestor is the White Tiger Divine General, one of the Demon Ancestor's four great Divine Generals, and one of the first to follow the Demon Ancestor.
"Even the Sky Roc Monster Emperor has to show my ancestor some respect.
"If not for my ancestor's orders to come to the Lower Realm, I wouldn't have wanted to come at all."
He made a circuit around the Tiger Clan members before stopping before Hu Dali. Arrogantly, he said, "Since you inherited the White Tiger Divine Art, you are a direct descendant of my ancestor.
"However, even as a direct descendant, my status is far higher than yours."
After saying that, Hu Feng's hand transformed, sharp claws extending from it. He gestured at Hu Dali with them and continued, "A place like your Lower Realm is far too barren. Without good materials or fine spirit herbs to stimulate your blood and qi, your strength will forever fall short of those from our Monster Realm.
"Oh, right. I heard you still don't want to go to the Monster Realm. What a colossal mistake!"
Hu Dali finally found a chance to retort and asked coldly, "Go to the Monster Realm, then come back down like you did? Don't think I don't know what happened in the Monster Realm. Long Yun and the others already said it—you came down here to take refuge!"
Hu Feng could not help flushing, then said haughtily, "That's only because