"Roar..." The saber-toothed tiger's roar was indeed domineering and lofty.
Strangely, the roar initially displayed the might of the Tiger King in full measure, but it quickly became low, soft, and even tremulous, barely audible.
Elder Qingyi looked back towards Saber-toothed Tiger Mountain, only to see that group of people stopping above the mountain.
"Little kitty, a cutting serpent popped up around here yesterday. Do you know where it is? If not, I guarantee I'll smack you dead with one slap," someone in the group in the sky said, and though the voice was very light, it could still be heard clearly despite the distance.
Elder Qingyi always felt that this voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.
"To call the Demon King, the saber-toothed tiger, a 'little kitty' is a blatant insult. It must be furious now. Let's run," Liu said anxiously.
