"Now do you remember?"
Xiao Yi's icy gaze swept towards Liu Tong.
Thud!
Liu Tong trembled all over and fell to the ground with a plop, looking at Xiao Yi with a face full of fear.
He instinctively glanced at Che Yue, who was already on the brink of death, his life hanging by a thread. This was a figure at the level of a captain, a master of the Saint King Realm.
Yet in Xiao Yi's hands, he didn't even have the strength to fight back.
Beaten so severely into his current state.
Thinking that Xiao Yi didn't even spare Che Yue a glance, how would he care about the life or death of a small fry like himself? If he didn't confess honestly, he feared he wouldn't be able to escape from Xiao Yi's hands alive.
Thinking this,
