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A flash of light gleamed at Ye Zhen's chest, and Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao, only the size of a palm, shot into the low sky.

The moment Jiang Biao saw Little Cat's size, he laughed first. "Our Black Nightmare Shadow Tigers are mere chickens and dogs? Then what kind of thing is this tiny trinket in front of you?"

Ye Zhen shot Jiang Biao a disdainful glance. "You'll find out soon enough!"

In truth, Jiang Biao was not the only one who could not understand why Ye Zhen had brought out a palm-sized little creature that looked like a kitten. Even the martial artists from the Sun Moon Divine Cult's Crimson Fire Branch Hall behind Ye Zhen were utterly baffled.

On the contrary, the martial artists Ye Zhen had brought from Qinglan Martial Capital all suddenly looked toward Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao with anticipation in their eyes. Zuo Xiong in particular—at the sight of Little Cat, his eyes lit up.

In the low sky, Little Cat looked at the more than twenty Black Nightmare Shadow Tigers opposite him. He held his head high with regal pride, like an emperor, his gaze slowly sweeping across every one of the Black Nightmare Shadow Tigers.

Then Jiang Biao's expression changed first.

The instant the palm-sized Little Cat's gaze swept over them, the Black Nightmare Shadow Tiger beneath Jiang Biao grew restless. It even backed away in fear.

At almost the same time, Jiang Biao's eyes widened again.

As Little Cat's gaze passed over each Black Nightmare Shadow Tiger before him, his body began to expand at an astonishing speed.

In an instant, he swelled from the size of a palm to thirty meters tall.

A thirty-meter body was still incomparably tiny before this group of Black Nightmare Shadow Tigers,