"Who is it?"
"Which ba—"
With a loud BANG, the speaker exploded into a bloody mist.
"I am the Golden-Winged Tiger Roar! Which blind fool dares block the way to Qingcheng Mountain? A tiger doesn't show its claws, and you take me for a sick cat!"
SPLAT! SPLAT!
More bursts of bloody mist erupted one after another.
"ROAR!"
A heaven-shaking roar shot into the sky, echoing throughout the entire Qingcheng Mountain Domain.
The thousands of Martial Artists prostrating at the foot of the mountain were utterly terrified by Chi Hu's ruthless methods. They trembled uncontrollably, their eyes filled with dread.
"Mercy! Mercy!"
"Lord Tiger, spare us!"
Chi Hu lowered its enormous, yellow-pupiled eyes, hovering just a meter or two above their heads. Its gaze swept slowly over them, and the sheer killing intent caused many Martial Artists to faint from fright.
"Enough!"
A calm yet majestic voice slowly echoed in everyone's ears.
"It's Emperor Zhao! Great Emperor, spare us!"
