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Chapter 4779: Blowing Your Own Trumpet

Taking advantage of Yan Qi's stunned moment, the humanoid Saint Beast snatched the bone back from Yan Qi's hand, glaring angrily at him. "If you want to eat, go find your own! There are plenty more over there."

Yan Qi: "..."

Strange, he inexplicably felt that the super Saint Beast before him had somehow fallen from its pedestal, its image shattered.

As powerful as it was when it was out of control, it was now equally juvenile.

Feng Chen quickly stepped forward, tentatively asking, "Um, do you want me to help you roast it?"

The humanoid Saint Beast's eyes brightened slightly. It feigned contemplation for a moment, then glanced at Feng Chen, pretending to be very reluctant as it nodded. "Since you're so eager to show your filial piety, this old man will give you a chance."

Feng Chen: "..."

How do I beat this old thing to death?

"How's your cooking skill?" the humanoid Saint Beast asked earnestly.

"It's... it's alright," Feng Chen weakly replied. "Qiao Qiao also praised my cooking before."

The humanoid Saint Beast's eyes lit up, then it sternly asked, "Qiao Qiao is that brat holding the Ancient Saint Sword, isn't she?! Why is her temper so bad? She just slashed me with her sword without a word!"

She's insane!

Doesn't she know that a super Saint Beast like him is priceless in this world, one of a kind?

Such a precious Saint Beast, yet she had the heart to strike so ruthlessly. She's a fearless little brat.

Feng Chen blinked. "How should we address you?"

"You juniors can just call me Elder Lanshan."

Mo Lian: "..."

This guy was really pushing his luck. Why did he feel so annoying?

Zuo Lanshan glanced at Feng Chen, who had borrowed some kindling from the other young man beside him and was expertly roasting the bone. His heart immediately swelled with a bit of joy.

"How did we end up here?"

Mo Lian couldn't help but roll his eyes.

If he couldn't beat this guy for now, he'd really want to punch and kick him.

You actually have the nerve to ask why we're here? It's all your fault, you jerk!

"Just now, I spread my divine consciousness forward and saw that this place is vast and deep, with no end in sight," Zuo Lanshan coiled his snake tail and squatted down. "This old man decided to rest here for a while, eat something, and then continue on our way."

Mo Lian looked at him expressionlessly. "Look again, can you sense any life forms ahead?"

"What do you mean?" Zuo Lanshan asked with a bewildered expression.

Feng Chen couldn't help but twitch his lips. "He means, for you, Elder, to use your divine consciousness to check again. Are there any Saint Beasts more powerful than you nearby?"

"Hmph, you think there are many Saint Beasts in this world?" Zuo Lanshan said, raising his chin proudly. "A Saint Beast more powerful than me hasn't even been born yet."

At this, even little Yan Qi, standing behind him, couldn't help but roll his eyes at the human-snake.

What was wrong with this beast? When it wasn't talking and just fighting, it seemed quite aloof, with an indifferent and cold expression, and its attacks were quite vicious. Its copper skin and iron bones also provided frightening defense, essentially making it invincible.

But even so, who boasts so immodestly about themselves?

"With so many bones piled up nearby, there must have been something powerful passing through here before."

"It could be human, it could be beast, or it could be neither human nor beast."

Zuo Lanshan then had an expression of sudden realization.