Xuan Xiao rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking like he was trying to soothe a disobedient dog, his face full of helplessness.
"Take it easy. Don't actually slap him to death."
The Golden-haired Lion Mastiff lifted the paw pressing down on Qian Xunji's back. The paw was larger than a millstone, and when it drew back, it kicked up a gust that blew away the dust around them.
"Boss, is this really a Titled Douluo?"
Xuan Xiao swiped a hand across his waist and stored the wine gourd back in the System Space, the motion as practiced as a magic trick. He glanced at Qian Xunji in the pit.
"Don't make things hard for him. He's only Level Ninety-Five. Even if he exhausted himself to death, he still wouldn't be your match."
Yue Guan's throat bobbed as he swallowed. The sound was so loud that everyone nearby could hear it. His face was filled with terror, and even his voice trembled.
"A... a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!"
Xuan Xiao shook his head, looking as though he were correcting an elementary school student. His face was full of disdain as he enunciated each word.
"No, no, no. This is a Ferocious Beast—a Super Fierce Beast with more than two hundred thousand years of cultivation. A Golden-haired Lion Mastiff."
The moment those words were spoken, the crowd around them erupted. Some people collapsed straight onto the ground, some had their legs go weak, and some had even wet themselves. The scene descended into chaos.
"Impossible!"
Yu Xiaogang flailed wildly, his zombie-like face flushing the color of liver. He shouted himself hoarse, his voice cracking as though he were a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"There can't be a two-hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast! As a master of Martial Soul theory, why have