Yan Saint's nostrils flared with rage as the 'Demonic Race practitioner' before him removed his bamboo hat, revealing himself to be nothing more than a cat.
Especially after hearing the Insolent Cat's words, Yan Saint's countenance turned even grimmer. However, when he felt no fluctuation of True Essence emanating from the Insolent Cat, he suddenly froze, gawking at the cat in dumbfounded confusion as if he couldn't quite comprehend the situation.
No fluctuations of True Essence?
Did that mean this Insolent Cat possessed no Cultivation whatsoever?
How could a cat with no cultivation act so arrogantly?
Following his moment of disbelief, Yan Saint's anger surged, uncontrollably and he targeted the Insolent Cat, bellowing, "You're courting death!"
Boom——!
A terrifying wave of energy suddenly erupted from Yan Saint. A long sword materialized behind him, radiating a fierce sword aura. He sneered at the Insolent Cat, "Are you, a cat, a dog, referring to yourself?"
