Watching the scum cat and the vulgar chicken squawk and run around him, Yang Zhen grabbed them one by one and threw them aside, saying irritably, "What the hell are you doing? Just calm down for this Sao Saint!"
The scum cat and the vulgar chicken looked defiant, but as magical beasts, they were frustratingly physically weaker than Yang Zhen. They could only submit to his despicable might, turning up their noses, indicating their reluctance to stoop to his level.
Yang Zhen also wouldn't stoop to the level of these two lunatics. Seeing that Saint Lin was hesitant and didn't dare to enter the Mobei Abyss, Yang Zhen cupped his hands around his mouth like a loudspeaker and shouted, "Saint Lin, please start your performance!"
After hearing these words, the people who had been panicking were dumbfounded, and they burst into laughter so loudly that even the solemn Thousand-Spirit Saintess couldn't help but show a trace of a smile on her face. She turned and glanced at Yang Zhen.
