Zuo Xiaoduo said smugly, "This is called protagonist treatment, get it, bumpkin!"
"Heh..."
Li Chenglong curled his lip. "You make it sound like I've never had that happen."
"That's different."
Zuo Xiaoduo said, "As standard equipment, every protagonist has a sidekick, and characters like that all have a nickname, usually something to do with being fat... even if they aren't fat, they have to get beaten until they're swollen enough to look fat. That's protagonist treatment!"
The corner of Li Chenglong's mouth twitched. He didn't want to speak anymore.
He had figured it out: if he said much more, he would get beaten swollen again.
Damn, why did I say "again"?!
Before the two of them even reached the roadside, the scene that met their eyes gave them a tremendous fright.
Several miles ahead, at least several thousand Star Beasts had gathered, with more still converging from every direction; farther away, yet more Star Beasts were actually rushing toward the spot.
There were now over sixty Winged Sword Tigers eyeing their prey hungrily from all sides.
Trapped in the center was a group of people, all huddled together, their bodies shaking like chaff in a sieve, utterly incapable of resisting.
At a glance, the dozen or so Martial Artists on the outside looked like bodyguards or protectors. Though they had not quite fallen into such a sorry state, every one of them was drenched in sweat.
The two at the very front were continually setting fires along the road.
These two were experts from the Merchant Alliance who guarded the main road. Frantic with anxiety, they kept shouting impatiently, "What exactly are you carrying? Who took out something strange? Put it away, quickly!"
"Or just throw it out!"
Both Merchant Alliance experts were Dan Origin Realm Grandmasters, and their strength