"Go eat your grandfather!"
Xiao Yi, holding the moon-cutting blade, leaped high into the air, his body emanating a piercing Evil Qi that seemed tangible, causing the temperature around him to plummet by more than ten degrees.
Among the howling cold winds and evident killing intent, he charged towards Taotie.
This beast actually expects me to eat shit?
And dares suggest I crawl between its legs?
Isn't this asking for death?
Watching Xiao Yi kick over the table and advance towards him with his sword, Taotie's face revealed a human-like dumbfounded expression.
His mind went blank.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I supposed to do?
The three existential questions suddenly flooded Taotie's mind.
He is one of the ten Demon Marshals of the Yunmeng Dynasty, the mythological beast Taotie that guards the Cloud Dream Temple!
The Guardian of this trial!
Unless he grants permission and one passes his test, it's absolutely impossible to enter the Cloud Dream Temple.