Insolent
"Oh, right, right." The peddler finally woke up from his daze and ran to the middle of the street. For these goods, he had spent a lot of capital. Originally, he had hoped to make a small profit, but who knew that he would encounter such a situation. If he could pick some back, he could at least make up for some losses and not lose all his money.
"Roar ..." The peddler had just run to the middle of the street when he heard a rough beast roar. Before he could come back to his senses, he felt as if his chest had been hit by a huge rock. With a scream, the peddler spat out blood and was sent flying.
At his previous position, a spirit beast that was neither a horse nor a beast was shaking its head and roaring madly. A few ferocious fangs were exposed in its mouth, and it looked extremely handsome and arrogant.