Qin Wentian stared at the demonic beasts surrounding Little Rascal and sighed. "Why must you all do this? My puppy is still young and immature. It wouldn't be too good if he injures all your mounts."
"No problem, no problem. Our demonic beasts would love to play with Brother Qin's pet." The owner of the white tiger laughed.
"Your puppy is truly too small in size. My roc's sharp talons can easily rip apart his head, hahahaha." The beautiful young lady smiled.
"You bunch of fools." Little Rascal cursing in his baby-like voice, raising his head to stare at the demonic beasts surrounding him.
—ROAR!— The white tiger's baleful aura was extremely terrifying as it towered up into the sky. Its sharp claws shone with a fearsome glint, as though it could lacerate everything with indomitable force.