Lin Weiguo blocked the path of the wild cat, while Tang Zheng stretched out his long arm, grabbing at its neck.
The wild cat landed, rolled swiftly, and climbed up, but before it could dash away, Tang Zheng caught it squarely and lifted it into the air.
"Now, how many souls are you planning to take?" Seeing the wild cat struggle, Tang Zheng shook his wrist, and its orbits started swirling like a mosquito coil.
The newbies had never seen a talking cat before, and seeing that it posed no danger, they all gathered around, while the Conquerors remained calm, always wary of their surroundings.
"Respected lord, I am just a poor cat passing by, please spare me!" After failing to escape, the wild cat took off its hat, held it to its chest, bowed, and extended a gentlemanly greeting with its two big, tearful eyes pleadingly looking up at Tang Zheng.