Ying Huaixu frowned at the tiger demon.
Although the tiger demon was not particularly strong to him, just a minor field boss.
Judging by how their first exchange had felt, though, the tiger demon's stats were probably considerably higher than in the game.
But on second thought, that made sense. He had chosen a world on Primordial Difficulty.
Still, this would not do.
If the disciples of the Divine Firmament Sword Sect could not even beat a minor field boss, then no matter how many went up against a real major boss, they would only be throwing their lives away.
And later, there would be world instances, multiplayer raids, sect defense battles, beast tides, and wars between sects.
If all the disciples of the Divine Firmament Sword Sect were at this level, he would inevitably have to put in some effort himself later on.
Naturally, Ying Huaixu wanted to advance the story in the safest possible way.
But playing it safe did not mean disregarding whether others lived or died.
"No, I need to think of something!"
The tiger demon was utterly bewildered as well.
He was a great demon, with strength infinitely close to the eighth level of Meridian Opening.
Demons normally overwhelmed Human Race cultivators at the same level, so what was going on now?
An ant at the second level of Meridian Opening had flicked him away?
The tiger demon refused to believe it. Flames blazed all over his body as he roared again and charged at Ying Huaixu.
Clang!
Another simple sword strike left both of the tiger demon's hands numb from the impact, nearly knocking his massive hammer out of his grip.
At the same time, the tiger demon felt as though something inside his body had shattered, draining all his strength at once.
Terrified,