After the group scurried away with their tails between their legs, the Bull Demon King grumbled, "Master, why did you let them go so easily? I should have just killed all those bastards."
Tu Xiao'an gave the Bull Demon King a huge eye-roll and said nonchalantly, "Why so bloodthirsty? It's not like we have some deep-seated grudge against them."
Normally, Tu Xiao'an was a pretty agreeable person. Besides, they had just come over to ask for some meat. Killing fifteen people over a minor conflict was a bit too demonic.
He wasn't a petty person. If they had just asked nicely instead of acting all high and mighty, he wouldn't have minded giving them some meat.
But did they have to act so tough?
One Rank Three creature and a group of High-Rank, Rank Two Martial Cultivators might have seemed like a formidable lineup, but in Tu Xiao'an's eyes, they were nothing.
"Let's keep eating. We'll leave after we're done."
