บท 832: Is That Really A F*cking Cat?

It was Little Gold!

Unexpectedly, this fellow had taken action! 

Although it could dispel pressure, and had an ancient bloodline, Lin Qingxuan had said that it was only in its initial state!

How could it possibly resist the power of this formation before it had even evolved once?

This nine-headed blood wolf was an extraordinary existence!

"Little Gold, come back!" Ye Chen shouted, but Little Gold paid no heed to him.

It was like a moth flying into a flame.

Daoist Nanming and the other judges could not help but laugh.

The nine-headed blood wolf was imbued with the power of the formation, which meant that it also contained a portion of Mr. Jingshui's power!

How could a stupid orange cat withstand it?

A weak ant-like creature wanted to protect its master? It was simply a joke!

The crowd below also burst into laughter.

It seemed that this cat was the same as its owner. Both were overestimating themselves!