A frosty light flashed in Huang Xiaolong’s eyes.

By this time, another Holy Prince from the Beast Tamer Holy Gate stepped out and pointed at Huang Xiaolong while cussing in his face, “Senior Brother is right, you definitely did something to our beast! Hand it over right now!” As soon as he spoke, he reached out to grab the little phoenix perched on Huang Xiaolong’s shoulders.

Annoyed that the other party was trying to snatch Little Nine, Huang Xiaolong grabbed the other party’s hand before breaking all his fingers.

A shrill scream left his lips, and Huang Xiaolong didn’t stop there. He twisted his wrist again, and the shoulder of the Holy Prince was ripped out of its socket. Waving lightly, Huang Xiaolong sent him flying.

“What?!” 

Everything happened...