"Hand over that little beauty you're holding, so we brothers can have some fun along the way!"
Slanderous words, incessantly filling the ears.
Zhiwei clenched her little fists, instinctively burrowing closer into her master's arms.
A cold glint flashed in Chen Ye's eyes.
He loathed these people utterly, except for the very few who were specially captured talents for exploring the Cave Heaven.
The others were utterly evil!
Suddenly, a burly figure stood out from the shadows.
The weasel-faced cultivator beamed with delight: "Hahaha, Brother Iron Tiger doesn't like this kid either? Let's strike together, first break his limbs, then..."
His words were abruptly cut short.
Because a large, iron-like hand had gripped his throat, lifting his whole body into the air.
"Wha...what are you doing..." The cultivator's face turned red as he struggled desperately.
