Edward Grant shrugged his shoulders at the sight.

When encountering this kind of situation, Edward Grant didn’t mind lending a hand if it was within his ability.

But he wasn’t a pushover—if people didn’t listen to him, what could he do?

However, before Andrew Morgan and the others had gone far, a deafening tiger’s roar suddenly rang out from that direction, mixed with the screams of Andrew Morgan and his junior sister.

Andrew Morgan and Emily Foster came fleeing back in a panic, and behind them, a massive, striped, fierce-eyed tiger was in hot pursuit. The scholar Benjamin Harris followed right behind the tiger, shrouded in a sinister aura.

Earlier, Benjamin Harris had told a story about a ghost who aided a tiger in harming people, but in reality, he himself was that very ghost!

Edward Grant had always been good at reading people, and during that string of conversations just now, he’d noticed that this scholar was full of lies.

The imperial exam wasn’t until next year, so why had he come to the capital this year? He clearly had plenty of time, yet as a frail scholar, he was taking a small path.

And he was supposedly lost—so how did he suddenly know the way now?

His words contradicted themselves, and his demeanor was uneasy. It was obvious something was off.

At this moment, the fierce-eyed tiger leapt, pouncing toward Andrew Morgan and Emily Foster at incredible speed. In the darkness, all that could be seen was a blur of dark yellow.

“Junior sister, you go first!”

Andrew Morgan liked to boast, wasn’t very reliable, and was timid and afraid of trouble. He always talked about slaying demons and upholding justice, but when danger came, he only thought of saving himself.

But now, with real danger before him, he actually stepped in front of Emily Foster, drew his longsword, and unleashed the Qingyuan Cold Light Sword technique of the Qingyuan Sword Sect, the sword tip flashing with cold light as he thrust forward.

Yet in the eyes of the fierce-eyed tiger, there was a distinctly human look of disdain. It changed its pounce to a swipe, its sharp claws clashing with the longsword, producing a series of metallic crashes so loud that Andrew Morgan was forced to retreat step by step.

The Qingyuan Cold Light Sword was best at targeting an enemy’s vital points with swift, ruthless strikes.

But his opponent was a tiger—where were its vital points? Andrew Morgan was clearly inexperienced.

And Edward Grant could tell that while Andrew Morgan was a bit stronger than him, he hadn’t reached the eighth rank yet—he was probably at the peak of the ninth rank, and his strength was far inferior to the tiger’s.

At that moment, the fierce-eyed tiger suddenly lashed out with its tail, which whipped through the air like a steel whip.

Andrew Morgan hadn’t expected this move and was struck directly, coughing up blood and tumbling to the side.

Emily Foster burst into tears as she helped Andrew Morgan up, pleading with Edward Grant, “Brother Gu, please save my senior brother!”

The old butler and Miss Xiao were both powerless, and only Edward Grant seemed to be a cultivator. She could only turn to Edward Grant for help, regretting not having listened to him earlier.

Edward Grant glanced at the approaching horde of corpses ahead, then at the fierce-eyed tiger behind. He quickly assessed his remaining options, gripped his sword hilt, and stepped forward.

It was his turn to take the stage.

Chapter 10: None Are Simple

According to the records of the Xuangang Daoist arts, ninth-level monsters were actually just ordinary beasts, but they could passively absorb the essence of sun and moon, giving them the potential to become true monsters.

Eighth-level monsters had already developed intelligence, could think, and possessed some minor supernatural abilities. They could be called spirits, but at their core, they still had the bodies of wild beasts.

The fierce-eyed tiger before them was clearly an eighth-level monster. It could command a ghost, had gained some intelligence, but was still a man-eating beast.

The moment the fierce-eyed tiger pounced at Andrew Morgan, Edward Grant was already gripping his sword with both hands, slashing straight at the tiger’s tail.

The Demon-Breaking Sword had different techniques for different opponents.

It could be as nimble as a light sword, or as forceful as a heavy sword.

This fierce-eyed tiger was incredibly strong; using light sword techniques against it would only lead to the same outcome as Andrew Morgan.

Sensing the forceful wind behind it, the fierce-eyed tiger immediately shifted its target and lunged at Edward Grant.

Its tail was its weapon, but also its weakest point—it couldn’t clash directly with a sword.

The tiger’s claws struck the longsword, and Edward Grant instantly felt a tremendous force, forcing him to retreat step by step.

The difference in strength was still too great, but Edward Grant remained completely calm, parrying the tiger’s claws with each seemingly dangerous sword stroke.

By now, the tiger was growing impatient. It opened its bloody maw and lunged at Edward Grant, its tail whipping toward him like a steel whip!

Edward Grant had been on guard for this move all along. Seeing it, he suddenly rolled—not to dodge, but to roll straight into the tiger’s embrace.

At that moment, Edward Grant immediately summoned the black zombie arm from the black jade space. The thick, clawed black zombie arm easily pierced the fierce-eyed tiger’s body, then suddenly lifted upward, flipping the tiger over and sending blood and entrails flying through the air.

In the next instant, Edward Grant quickly put the black zombie arm away.

It wasn’t because he was afraid of being seen, but because using it consumed too much mental energy.

Still, its power was truly astonishing. The sharpness of the zombie’s claws was one thing, but the explosive force in that instant was incredible. Such a several-hundred-pound tiger could be flipped with ease.