A flat-topped man, an Advanced-level cultivator sent by Ghost Shark, yawned beside the path outside the small courtyard.
He was just about to urge Barlow to hurry up when he suddenly saw the man crouch down. Then gunfire rang out from inside the courtyard.
The flat-topped man's pupils narrowed slightly. He saw a fiery-red beam shoot through the crack in the open door and strike a tall wall by the roadside, leaving a black bullet hole beneath it.
Immediately afterward, another rope radiating black light shot out through the crack in the door like a flash of lightning and wrapped around Barlow's neck.
With a violent tug, it dragged Barlow into the courtyard.
Looking through the wide-open gate, the flat-topped man saw Barlow hit the ground, only for a figure to leap onto him and pummel him with fists and feet.
The figure cursed as he attacked.
"That's for ambushing us."
"That's for looking down on children!"
It was a lean young man who moved as nimbly as a monkey.
He looked as if he barely had any flesh on him, yet his punches and kicks were fierce and powerful.
Barlow had barely taken a few blows before his eyes rolled back. Then a kick landed on his belly and jolted him awake, only for him to vomit up even the food from the night before.
"Damn it."
The flat-topped man rubbed his head. "You little brat, pretty cocky, aren't you? Just watch how I deal with you!"
He lowered his waist and settled into a horse stance. His aura erupted, and Primal Energy flames immediately boiled and surged, whipping up a gale around him. His Aura was fairly impressive.
The flat-topped man stomped hard on the ground and charged into the courtyard, swinging his fist at the little monkey.