Translator: Aran

  “Ahhhhhhhhh…" A deadly growl like the roar of a tiger pouncing on its prety emitted from Zhao Shanhe's mouth. Faint shreds of amber yellow mist emitted from his body, as if there was fire encircling around his body.

  The two beautiful female servants next to him were blown away by the tremor.

  "The Tiger does not intent to hurt people, but people have the intention to slaughter the tiger." Zhao Shanhe's laughter was incomparably cold and sinister. "With ..