Lu Qingshan, holding his sword, walked to the front of the fierce bird, which had no more strength to struggle or resist, pointed the tip of his sword at its brow, his voice very cold, his tone murderous, "Where do you come from?"
"You smug pretty boy, don't be too pleased with yourself. Aside from me, there are countless demon beasts eyeing the Gengjin Tiger King's inheritance with covetous eyes, and they will soon arrive.
The inheritance of the Demon Spirit, how could it be something a mere mouse demon is worthy of enjoying!
What would it matter if you slay me? Can you alone stand at the pass and wipe out all the other demon beasts?" The fierce bird was at death's door, weak to the extreme.
It did not directly answer Lu Qingshan's question but instead sneered with bitterness and spite.
"Countless demon beasts?" Lu Qingshan frowned.
Seeing the serious look on Lu Qingshan's face, the fierce bird laughed viciously with satisfaction, "Scared now, huh?