"Boss, wake up. We're here."
The Golden-haired Lion Mastiff shook himself as he spoke. Xuan Xiao stretched, sat up, rubbed his eyes, and, upon seeing the group of Soul Beasts trembling in terror across from him, immediately cursed.
"Fuck!"
He had thought getting him some dog-type Soul Beasts like Earth Demon Hounds would be enough. Why the hell had they found him a pack of proctology directors?
And proctology directors were one thing, but why were they all around ten thousand years old?
What he wanted were hundred-thousand-year-level ones capable of transforming!
He pulled out his Communication Soul Tool and immediately called Zhi An. A busy tone sounded from the other end, then—"Click!"—the call was hung up.
Xuan Xiao tilted his head, his face a picture of bewilderment. Hung up? That bastard actually dared to hang up on him?
"Buzz buzz."
Xuan Xiao looked down. It was a message from Zhi An.
"Myriad Demon King said that there aren't many weak dog-type Soul Beasts capable of cultivating to the hundred-thousand-year level. He could only find you the most annoying ones. As for the rest... figure it out yourself."
After reading the message, Xuan Xiao's mind was filled with question marks, and for a moment, he did not know how to react.
"Damn it!"
Xuan Xiao directly threw the Communication Soul Tool to the ground.
"Um, Boss, are we still going to..."
Xuan Xiao pointed at the Blue-Flame Hyena with fifty thousand years of cultivation, looking exactly like an old lady picking vegetables at the market.
"Go. Pin it to the ground for me."
Without another word, the Golden-haired Lion Mastiff transformed into a streak of golden lightning and charged over.
Before the Blue-Flame Hyena could react, it was slapped flat on its face, its entire head driven into the mud.