Subduing a Golden-Grade Martial Beast

"The marquis will win!"

"The marquis will win!"

Showered by the cheering from his fifty soldiers, Qin Lan stepped forward with the Eight Transformation Treasured Brush in hand. His graceful steps were firm with every step he took, and the Foundation Qi coming out from his was inspiring.

"What kind of training we have to go through to achieve what our marquis has?" a soldier asked. He secretly compared the differences between his own Qi and Qin Lan's and sigh because of the disparity.

His own Spiritual Qi was lackluster in the term of quality-wise.

"ROAR!" the Golden-Grade Martial Beast roared as it noticed Qin Lan's provocation. As the strongest Yao Beast of the pack, how can it take this silently?

The Martial Beast then took a leap from the cliff and descended to where Qin Lan stands. Using the pair of claws imbued by thick Spiritual Qi, the Yao Beast created a few inches deep crater after it struck the ground.