Seeing himself being steadily pushed back by a teenage human boy, the Golden Crow was instantly overcome with a surge of shame and annoyance.
As a dignified Divine beast, to be suppressed by a youth—if word of this got out, where would it show its face?
What shocked it even more was that every single move and stance of Moyuan contained battle experience so seasoned that it looked nothing like what a teenager should display.
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