Xiao Min bit her lip, she didn't think the little beast posed any threat to Grandpa. But Xiao Yin, who had lived to such an old age, didn't think the same. When the little beast looked at him, he felt a soul-shaking power that made his body involuntarily tremble a few times, his face full of astonishment.
"Hmph,"
Yan Jin snorted coldly, jumping down from Mu Ruyue's embrace. Gradually, his figure stretched in front of everyone, and in just a moment, a man with black clothes and hair appeared before them.
His face was sharply defined, and his pitch-black eyes deep. He didn't possess Ye Wuchen's godlike handsomeness, but he had a power that attracted women just the same.
His eyes showed a domineering aura mixed with a proud wildness, like a supreme king, his noble air natural as if he was born to stand at the pinnacle and look down on those mere ants.
"An Innate Demon Beast!"
