The next day, in the front courtyard of the Su Mansion.
The carcass of a Demon Tiger, massive as a small hill, lay sprawled across the bluestone in the courtyard. Even though it was dead, its ferocious aura still sent shivers down everyone's spines.
The Protectors of the Su Mansion gathered around it, whispering among themselves. Endless curses of sheer shock filled the air.
"Holy shit, such a massive Demon Tiger! Lord Su must have slain a Mountain Monarch and carried it all the way back."
"Look at those claws—they're bigger than my head! If one of those swiped down, wouldn't it smash a man into meat paste?"
"Idiot, forget about you, even a Martial Artist would be smashed into meat paste."
"Bullshit! Martial Artists are incredibly powerful. Even if they can't win, they can still escape. How could they be smashed into meat paste?"
The two Protectors argued until their faces turned red. They then turned to ask the Captain of the Protectors, Su Erhu, who was standing nearby.
