Chapter 182: Formidable

James had never imagined a tiny black cat could be that fierce. Before he even managed to stand, blood spilled from his mouth, warm and metallic on his tongue. Humiliation flared; he felt he had lost face, the sting of public shame cutting deep. "Looks like your so‑called cultivation isn't much. Can't even handle a little black cat? Seems you're not as capable as you claim." The Atlas at his side watched, scorn creeping across his features. After all, it was only a black cat; how could it be...