Whoosh!
As Zhang Sihai thrust his palm forward.
A surge of black light instantly enveloped Xiao Yi's head, seemingly about to snatch that head clean off.
But at this critical moment...
Xiao Yi, who had remained motionless, slightly curled the corner of his mouth, revealing a hint of helplessness. He shook his head and his mildly resigned voice rang out: "I finally understand now why you lost your position as Saint Heir. With this level of skill, don't even dream of inheriting Baiyu's throne in the future."
As soon as his words fell.
A dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from Xiao Yi's body and shot into the sky. Immediately after, this golden glow coalesced out of thin air in the void, forming a gleaming golden blade.
The blade hung suspended in midair.
Then Xiao Yi uttered a single word: "Slash!"
Buzz!
That golden blade descended from above.
