Shen Cong hadn't wanted to show his hand too early. But with a brain-dead dog like Brother Dao around, his plan was thrown off in no time.

Luckily, only Brother Dao had given itself away. Shen Cong's own hand was still hidden, and Brother Dao's particle-grade strength would scare off small-time troublemakers, so things were stable enough.

So Shen Cong let the dog's brainless behavior stand.

He had no intention of reasoning with a dog anyway.

Brother Dao's particle-grade pressure threw the people and riding beasts in front of it into such a panic that they were on the verge of turning to run. Just then, Lu Guanghan, deathly pale, spoke in a trembling voice: "A beyond-beast-king!"

He didn't say it loudly, but it set every heart there quaking.

"A b-beyond-beast-king!"

"It's actually a beyond-beast-king!"

"How can this be..."

No one dared to run. They all stood as if facing a mortal enemy, their eyes darting back and forth between Brother Dao and Shen Cong. Brother Dao stood right at his side. At four meters tall, it didn't look all that big, and Shen Cong, at 2.43 meters, had hardly any less presence than the dog.

Brother Dao was giving off a vast particle-grade pressure, and Shen Cong stood beside it as if nothing were happening.

Anyone could see the two were together.

A few minutes passed.

By then the group had gotten used to the particle-grade pressure, which had nothing of a mental weapon about it, though it was still awful to bear. The three ultimate-grade riding beasts were restless too. If the humans hadn't been calming them, they would have turned and fled long ago... Even without running, all three had sunk to the ground and couldn't stand up straight.

The show of force had more or less done its job. Shen Cong glanced at Brother Dao, still strutting, and told it in Cicada Language: "Rein it in."

Brother Dao kept showing off. "Aw, come on. Let me play a little longer."

Shen Cong ignored it and asked Lu Guanghan, who was smiling wryly, "What do you mean…