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... > At this point, it wasn’t just some pet-raising game within his sect anymore. These creatures were now beast prodigies recognized across the entire continent—they couldn’t keep going around with childish nicknames. They needed proper, imposing names that truly represented them.

He had just been about to ask the Thunder Dragon Ancestor if there were any powerful fortune masters in the Western Desert, when the Tiger Fang given to him by the Demon Emperor activated.

“It’s His Majes ...

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The young man’s calm expression changed immediately. He looked at the boss with eyes filled with fear and turned and ran towards him.
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The boss’s face was filled with panic, the audience’s faces were filled with confusion.
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