The bald Cultivator snorted, his tone vicious.
"Hmph! Don't blame us for killing you first, then taking care of that little wench next to you."
As he spoke, his gaze swept back and forth over Big Y, filled with undisguised lewdness.
The others also revealed knowing smirks, their ill-intentioned eyes sizing up Big Y.
Big Y felt her skin crawl under their stares and subconsciously took a step back, hiding behind Huo Lang.
"Boss, we're no match for them. We should just stay out of it..."
They were facing seven Cultivators at the Late Stage of the Profound Understanding Realm or higher.
There were only two of them; they couldn't possibly win.
But Huo Lang, instead of retreating, advanced two steps, completely shielding Big Y behind him as he stood ramrod straight.
"If you want to touch what belongs to Lord Mosquito, you'll have to get through me first!"
He knew he couldn't win.
But he absolutely could not stand by and watch others provoke Lord Mosquito.
