The spirit beast's body suddenly expanded to a hundred times its original size. In just a few moments, it occupied more than half of the banquet hall. The banquet attendees quickly covered their noses and ran out the door.
"It's still uncertain who will live and who will die!"
Shen Fei looked at Lear with contempt. His Three-clawed Golden Dragon loyally spiraled around him. Its bell-like eyes were fixed on the putrid spirit beast.
"You really know how to joke!" Lear looked at Shen Fei with contempt.
He had been a Beastmaster for over a decade. He was experienced and had powerful spirit beasts. Shen Fei's spirit beast was a mere Count. The difference between it and his Duke-rank spirit beast was worlds apart!
Even if it was a dragon, so what? Lear's gaze became fiercer. Even if it was a dragon, he would kill it for Aloy to watch!
Let Aloy know that trash will always be trash!
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"Master Edward, I have something to say."
