"Hehehe, what a pale and tender little monk..." On his journey westward, about half a day had passed when suddenly, a splendid fierce tiger leapt out, its eyes greedily fixed on Jiang Liu, drool dripping onto the ground as it spoke human words.
"A talking demon? So, it's a monster below level 20?" Seeing the tiger demon blocking the way, Jiang Liu thought to himself, assessing the strength of the tiger demon.
His own level had been 19 for some days now; even without the boost of skills and equipment, he was not weaker than this fierce tiger unarmed.
For Jiang Liu, this tiger demon that had jumped out was simply delivering experience points.
"Hehehe, nice demon. I, Old Sun, just happen to need a tiger skin skirt," said Sun Wukong, who had not fought with anyone for five hundred years and was now itching to fight. Although this lowly little demon was nothing significant, Sun Wukong didn't mind taking action since it dared to block his path.
