Watching that figure accelerating towards him, Huang Xiaolong’s forehead creased slightly. He could already guess what scheme the other side was trying to play out; it was clear as day that the figure wanted to unload those fierce beasts chasing him onto Huang Xiaolong, using Huang Xiaolong as a shield to block those fierce beasts so he could escape.

Even if Huang Xiaolong’s strength wasn't sufficient, it would be enough to delay those fierce beasts for short while, which was enough to increase his own chances of escaping.

As the fleeing figure closed in, Huang Xiaolong could see that he was a middle-aged man with a round face, and small beady eyes. A single look at this middle-aged man and one could tell this was a scheming, calculating person.

From the distance, the middle-aged man shouted, “Hey, Brother, which sect’s disciple are you from? How about we cooperate...