"Damn cat, always causing me trouble!"
Long Yan glared at the Fat Cat, furrowing his brows.
This wasn't the Shenwu Continent; the fact that the Fat Cat was so easily sent flying back meant that the opponent's strength must be at least that of an Eighth-level Martial Venerable.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
At this moment, several figures descended from the sky and stopped twenty meters away from Long Yan and his companions.
"Seven Nine-Rank Martial Venerables."
Together with the golden-robed youth, there were seven people, and each one had the cultivation base of a Ninth Level Martial Venerable.
The expressions on the faces of the seven people of Long Chen's group instantly became solemn. Even a single Ninth Level Martial Venerable was not someone they could handle, let alone seven. They were forced into a desperate situation.
"Everyone, I apologize, it's my fault for not disciplining this damn cat, please forgive the offenses just now!"
