"For tens of thousands of years in the future, creatures will see you, unaware that you are a saber-toothed tiger."
"They will think you are just an ordinary tiger."
Upon hearing these words, the saber-toothed tiger trembled all over and rapidly retorted, "I am not one of those lowly tigers!"
"I am a noble saber-toothed tiger!"
Han Xing glanced at it and then said, "Who the hell cares if you are a saber-toothed tiger or a tiger."
Seeing its apparent unwillingness to speak.
Han Xing exchanged a look with Cheng Jianyong.
Cheng Jianyong immediately understood.
He raised the molten rock pillar, prepared to smash it fiercely!
A fierce wind sound reached the saber-toothed tiger's ears!
Its eyes showed a terrified expression.
Finally, it spoke: "I'll talk!"
Simultaneously.
Cheng Jianyong's molten rock pillar stopped about half a meter from the saber-toothed tiger's fangs.
Cold sweat poured from the saber-toothed tiger.
