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Chapter 4629: 5.0381 You're Comparing Beasts With Me?

"Outrageous!" Everyone heard the little girl, about five or six years old, utter an indignant reprimand in a soft, sweet voice. They couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths. The reason was simple: this child was too adorable. Even when she exerted all her strength to yell in anger, it sounded almost like she was playfully pouting...

Old man Mou Yang, who had narrowly dodged Little Nitian's light circle and retreated over a dozen steps, still felt a lingering fear, his heart pounding. When he suddenly heard Little Nitian roar just now, he lowered his gaze, and a breath caught in his throat, almost unable to come up.

Was this real? Nitian had acted too fast just now; the old man hadn't clearly seen who had thrown a light circle at him. Now, taking a closer look, he almost died of anger! The little girl looked only about five or six years old, soft, round, and completely harmless. Yet, this tiny little "sticky rice ball" had just scared the old man half to death. He had thought some Sacred Venerable had descended. Now, regaining his composure and taking a look, it turned out to be a mere child!

He was actually scared by this little one just now? If his old cronies found out about such a humiliating thing, they'd probably laugh their teeth out.

Mou Yang's entire face darkened. He stared coldly at Little Nitian, saying sharply, "Where did this little brat come from? Your adult..."

Slap!

The old man was momentarily stunned. Another mark appeared on his cheek, symmetrical to the previous slap print—small, with five very distinct finger marks.

"Who allowed you to speak?" Little Nitian's small face was grim, her gaze sharp, looking directly at the elder. "Setting up a few low-grade illusion formations stealthily around, do you think you can do anything to anyone??"

Mou Yang was slightly startled, his expression looking somewhat unpleasant. This little girl actually saw through his illusion formations? Before he came, he had set up small illusion formations outside the cabin door and in the corridor, just to prevent the Little Stoic from escaping with the Heart of Misfortune. He never expected that the formations he set up would be seen through at a glance by the child in front of him.

What is this child's background? Could she be a young lady from some formidable family in the Sacred Domain? Could she also be like him, unable to stand that ghostly place in the Sacred Domain, and secretly ran to the River Styx Realm...

Slap! The old man couldn't help but twitch his old face, receiving another slap. He was so angry that his old eyes suddenly turned red. A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. He had been slapped three times in a row by this child, making him so furious he felt like spitting blood.

"I think you're looking for death..." The old man violently waved his hand. A massive creature with a tiger's head and a dragon's tail suddenly roared, pouncing onto the floor, directly shattering the furniture and utensils in front of it.

Fan Meng frowned, saying coldly, "Master Mou Yang, what are you doing?"

"Do you really need to bring out a Tiger-Dragon Beast to scare people?"

This enormous beast with a tiger's head and a dragon's tail, upon its appearance, filled the entire cabin, cornering everyone and staring with cold, menacing eyes.

Qin Nitian, like a small sticky rice ball, stomped her feet repeatedly in anger, a cold light emanating from her eyes. She looked up at the old man and sneered, "Of all things to compare, you're comparing beasts with me?"

Who are you trying to scare, old man?! Comparing beasts with her, comparing beasts, comparing beasts??

Little Nitian waved a hand, and everyone's gaze involuntarily shifted with her small hand. They felt as if a heavy boulder was pressing on their chests, making even breathing difficult.