Qin Shaofeng's words were arrogant to the extreme, but he had every right to be arrogant.
But Zhao Qi, who had been frightened so badly that he wet himself, did not see it that way. Baring his teeth, he said,
"Brat, don't get cocky. Just wait until I get out of these mountains—I'll make sure you wish you were dead."
After saying that, he scrambled up from the ground and tried to run, but how could Qin Shaofeng possibly let him off so easily?
With just a hook of his finger, the Third Grade Spirit Beast Zhao Qi had worked so hard to contract appeared before Qin Shaofeng.
It was a wolf.
And a wolf with pitifully weak spiritual power at that.
Qin Shaofeng could not help curling his lip. Was it really this weak?
Yet Zhao Qi had gone to such lengths just to contract it.
Zhao Qi cried out in shock.
"That's my Contracted Spirit Beast! It can't come out without my summon—how did you bring it out?"
Qin Shaofeng raised an eyebrow.
"It's just a piece of trash. It doesn't warrant me making such a big fuss."
His words dripped with disdain, thoroughly infuriating Zhao Qi.
"This wolf looks like it has quite a lot of meat on it. I wonder what it would taste like after being roasted."
As he spoke, he even wore a thoughtful expression.
That terrified Zhao Qi.
"What do you mean? This is my Contracted Spirit Beast. Don't tell me you want to—"
Before he could finish, the Contracted Spirit Beast that had been lively just moments ago was struck by a palm. With a bang, it smashed viciously into the ground and spat blood.
Meanwhile, the culprit looked utterly unconcerned.
"Brat, you dare hurt my Contracted Spirit Beast?!"
Zhao Qi's expression