Blood will flow when she fights
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
The obese middle-aged man patted his stomach for a moment, staring at the tiny, round pet with thin, slit-like eyes. Surprise flashed in those eyes.
"What kind of beast is this?" He asked, as if not seeing the two wounded men. He was staring at the little beast with interest, seeming very surprised at its fierce attack to protect its owner.
Feng Jiu didn't even spare him a glance. She kept on looking at Duan Ye. Seeing that he only had a small cut wound from the air stream during the duel with the Golden Core cultivator, Feng Jiu was pleased.
He's pretty good. His skill was not bad, indeed, more than enough to deal with the Golden Core initial stage cultivator. He could even gain the upper hand and not lose against a Golden Core middle stage cultivator. With his skill and reaction speed, he could absolutely kill those above his rank.