An ancient freak's pet cat?
Many cultivators found it hard to believe that such a powerful ferocious beast was neither a dominant overlord nor a young Supreme of a clan, but merely a pet.
This was utterly absurd, difficult to accept, far too incredible. While many people stared blankly, a sense of fear seeped into their hearts, their faces turning pale.
An ancient freak's pet cat alone was an unmatched force, leaving them with a sense of defeat, sorrow, and dejection. Their confidence was dealt a severe blow.
"Awwooo, didn't hear what I said?" The Silver Cat circled around, staring lazily at the dazed creatures and squinting its silver eyes as it sauntered along.
With a swoosh, the crowd at the bottom of the pit instantly scattered, retreating backward en masse. If even a mere silver cat was like this, what would happen when its owner arrived?
