The Xuanhu King stood amidst the starry sky.
His body was as grand as a mountain, harder than ten-thousand-forged Spiritual Gold; each of his tiger whiskers stretched over ten meters long. Born from the ferocious tigers, rulers of the beasts, he had ascended all the way to the Divinity Transformation Stage, weathering countless storms of blood and slaughter.
Even the faintest release of his aura was enough to make billions of living beings quake in terror, causing them to bleed from their orifices and die in fright.
And yet, at this moment, though his form remained enormous and unchanged, he somehow exuded an impression of docile meekness reminiscent of a housecat.
"Fellow Daoist, according to the Immortal Sect Law, a grievous offense involving the massacre of citizens has occurred. You are obligated to cooperate with the investigation, including a review of your Divine Soul."
Jiang Ding spoke lightly.
"No, Heavenly Monarch!"
