Willow Tree, Willow God?

The black panther growled, seething through its spirit voice "I'm not a big kitty…"

"Am I supposed to respect you?"

With a flick of his wrist, Jiang He slapped the black panther's cheek firmly with the back of his Dragon-Slaying Saber, sending the creature flying into a cliff wall near the creek with a dull thud. The wall shattered and the ground shook as mountain boulders rolled to the ground.

The black panther howled and puked another blood. However, just as it turned and attempted to dart into the mountain forests to escape, Jiang He caught up in no time at all, restraining it and giving it another good thrashing.

The speed the creature had always been most proud of was lacking before Jiang He's Blind Princess's Eight Practices.

Still, having fear beaten literally into itself, it quickly spoke through its spirit voice, "I was just reminding you that I'm not a kitty…"

It was feeling grief.