The Demon General held his round belly. He had not expected Jiang Yang to turn and ask about him, but he had nothing to hide. He immediately answered with an ingratiating smile:
"This lowly demon has no grand origins. My true form is merely a Thorn-Tusk Boar, and my abilities are nothing to speak of. I barely reached Foundation Establishment before being appointed Demon General here."
Among Monsters, the weak were meat for the strong. Neither grandmother nor uncle cared a whit for him; had he possessed even a little backing, he would never have been assigned to this borderland. Naturally, he told things as they were.
Though he was a pig, his wits were sharp. If a poor answer offended this man, his own Demon King was far away at the edge of the sky, while this deadly fiend stood right before his eyes.
The man could kill him with one stroke, dust off his backside, and leave. By then, whether that savage brute stood up for him or avenged him, it would be too late for regrets. He would have died for nothing.
"Hmm..."
Jiang Yang answered softly. He had meant to provoke the boar demon into anger, but unexpectedly, the fellow was sincere and answered every question earnestly. That left Jiang Yang little room to lash out.
Still, he had asked almost everything he wanted to know. No longer inclined to keep up the pretense, he abruptly changed tack and demanded:
"I heard from the lesser demons under you that you feed on blood essence. Is that true?!"
Jiang Yang rested his hand on his sword. His keen killing edge, poised but unreleased, instantly froze the boar demon in place. Yet he was, after all, a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He immediately leaped down from his seat and