Listening to the discussions of the many disciples, Qian Jin's face gradually darkened.
The four people beside him frowned upon seeing this, but said nothing. At this moment, the little witch Wu Yaohan suddenly shouted at the surrounding crowd:
"Shut up! What are you all talking about? A bunch of useless trash, dare to point fingers at us here. Do you know what kind of beast we are dealing with this time? A spirit-grade beast! Hmph, if you saw it, you'd probably wet your pants on the spot!"
"What? A spirit-grade beast!"
Everyone was stunned by those words. A spirit-grade beast, to these ordinary disciples of the external sect, was nothing short of a legendary existence, something they hadn't even seen, let alone fought against.
Seeing that the disciples were intimidated into silence, Wu Yaohan couldn't help but snort coldly:
"A bunch of useless trash, truly annoying!"
