Just as the Little Dragon God was lost in wild thoughts.
In the arena, the golden-haired woman who had just spoken on behalf of the Soul Beasts and declared that she would not oppose Lin Yuan suddenly transformed into a Soul Beast that radiated a pale golden glow all over.
It looked exceptionally beautiful, somewhat like a tiger, but with longer fur and a larger body, stretching over seven meters in length.
Every movement of this Soul Beast carried the bearing of a king.
The Golden Lion-Tiger spoke in human language.
"You're Lin Yuan's younger brother? How about I spar with you?"
"That won't be necessary, right?!" Lin Mohua cried out again. "Respected inheritor of the Golden Bloodline, your cultivation has already reached ten thousand years, hasn't it?"
The Golden Lion-Tiger looked at Lin Mohua and said:
"Aren't the rules of beast fighting that the Soul Beasts must be ten-thousand-year ones?"
"I..." Lin Mohua's mouth twitched slightly. He had only intended to casually find a thousand-year Soul Beast to get this over with. What was the meaning of having this esteemed lady step in?
Could this child survive?
Remembering Lin Yuan's warning from earlier, Lin Mohua rolled his eyes and actually fainted from anger on the spot.
"Principal Lin, Principal Lin!"
"Where are the healing-type Soul Masters? And the Soul Beasts? Hurry up and save him!"
Yet Lin Mohua's sudden collapse failed to divert the Little Dragon God's or the Golden Lion-Tiger's attention. They continued staring at each other.
The Little Dragon God's naturally vacant expression faded away, replaced by sharpness. The faint colors deep within his pupils assessed the Golden Lion-Tiger before him.
"Golden Bloodline?"
At that moment, the Golden Lion-Tiger also sensed that the Little Dragon God's bloodline was extraordinary. It actually made her feel a faint tremor.