Jealousy

"I refuse to believe this!" that demon roared in fury. "How could I, Sihuang Yun, lose to a baby beast!"

From first look, he could tell that Little Terror had not been born very long ago. Its flame of life had only been burning for a limited period of time. If he lost to Little Terror, he would really become a massive joke. In the future, he would never be able to raise his head high and face others.

He attacked madly, but Little Terror was a Battle Beast. The heaven and earth had given rise to it purely for the sake of battle. There was no need for it to learn anything else at all in future. It only had to act on its instincts.

The little guy had a tough hide, practically reaching the height of Eight Stars Pseudo-Divine Metal, which could more or less ignore Sihuang Yun's attacks, yet its attacks were incredibly harsh. As its tiny claws flourished, Sihuang Yun's defense melted like snow that had encountered fire.