At that hair's-breadth moment, a violent spatial fluctuation rippled through the air, and a figure appeared before the middle-aged man.
Yi Chen froze at the sight of the sudden arrival.
The newcomer was none other than the mysterious man who had helped him at the auction house.
"Senior, save me!"
As though clutching at a lifesaving straw, the middle-aged man cried out to the man before him.
Hearing the middle-aged man's cries, Yi Chen turned his gaze toward him.
Once he saw the newcomer's appearance clearly, his eyes narrowed slightly, a strange glint flashing within them.
The middle-aged man before him was powerfully built, dressed in purple robes, with a golden mask covering his face.
The mask was made from an exceptionally unusual material. Yi Chen could not make out his true face at all, but he could faintly sense his formidable aura.
He did not know what level the man's strength had reached, but judging by the powerful aura emanating from him, it was certainly far above his own.
"Senior, please help me! This little bastard wants to tear me into ten thousand pieces!" the middle-aged man hastily explained.
"Tear you into ten thousand pieces?"
The golden-masked man frowned slightly. Then a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on Yi Chen and asked calmly, "What is your relationship?"
"He and I are enemies. We have no other relationship!" Yi Chen said indifferently.
Hearing Yi Chen's words, the golden-masked man nodded slightly. "In that case, why do you want to kill him?"
"Haven't you heard the saying, 'Those who kill will themselves be killed'?"
Yi Chen gave a cold laugh.
"Well said-those who kill will themselves be killed!"
The golden-masked man nodded. "Whatever grievances lie between you, you should know by now how serious the