Now without Di Cang’s coercion, Little Rice would automatically look for souls to consume…


  “How come I feel like this tiger has changed in some way?” Lord Chu Ran of the Holy Land instinctively twitched in the corner of his mouth after seeing how much the fella was enjoying that soul.

  It’s not like the Holy Lord was overthinking the matter. Prior to Little Rice’s huge growth, the guy wouldn’t even touch raw meat, let alone eat a human soul. Thankfully the glutton could distinguish between friend and foe, making the matter unimportant.

  “Little Rice, you go drag that whatever master of the Spirit Realm over to me.” Di Xiao Wan commands with her chin cocked in the air.

  Giving a proper howl, the tiger quickly rushed in front of He Lu’s unconscious self and bit down at the arm, dragging him over to the princess using this manner. As a result of that rough treatment, a trail of blood was left soaking in the dirt.

  “Pehh!” Sounding disgusted by the taste, Little Rice tosses the sack of meat from his mouth.

  Di Xiao Wan very much agrees with her friend’s assessment of this person. To add her own cent in there, she stomps down at the rib and causes immense pain from the injured until he woke up in a flail.

  “Hurry and save me Elder Yuan!” he cries out with urgency after coming back to reality.

  Snorting at the outcry, Little Rice blows an unhappy grunt from his nose: “Quit crying! That old thing is dead, and his soul has become my food so no one is going to come save you.”


  Elder Yuan…. Is dead? Impossible, he is a Celestial Rank cultivator! Even if he isn’t a genuine one that advanced through his own means and was done by Father himself using the secret arts, but the old fart is still equal to that level! How can he die so easily?

  “You’re lying! Elder Yuan cannot have died, plus there are others from the Spirit Realm, they will save me!” In a panic, He Lu shouted the only thought that came to mind. Little did he know that the next remark from the other side would send him down into hell itself.

  “If you don’t believe us then look over there, their remaining carcasses are stacked into a mound. It’s just right behind yourself.” Little Rice cruelly points to the scene in front with his body gesture.

  Almost like a robot, He Lu mechanically swings his head around as instructed. In a flash, the picture of countless roughly consumed body parts was displayed before his very eyes. It’s heart wrenching and painful for the once arrogant man. Of course, it’s not like He Lu had any sort of compassion for his former subordinates, its because he knew what this implied for his own fate. It’s not looking good and he’s a coward that doesn’t want to die.

  “No!” Despair fills him as he cried the word out, tears slowly trickling down that fear-stricken face.

  “Weren’t you being very arrogant just now about slaughtering the Demon Realm?” Di Xiao Wan casts a ridiculing smirk at the despairing man, “I’ll give you a chance now to kill me, that’s if you dare.”


  A shudder completely overtakes He Lu. Turning his gaze upward at the smiling princess, an unnerving chill runs through his spine until it reaches into the heart.

  Kill her? Quit joking! If I so much as make a single move then that tiger will rip into me and swallow me whole!

  “Your Highness, I was blind and stupid, please spare me.” Biting his lip, the once proud young master of the Spirit Realm began to bang his head against the dirty ground. Due to the injury he sustained, plus the amount of force he’s using there, blood quickly began to come out of his forehead and making him look all the more miserable.