Zhang Xiaohao stood up from the bed and walked outside, smoking a panda cigarette.
He stood outside the carriage, indifferent, looking at everything ahead.
At this moment.
The thousands of Zijing Thieves were being slaughtered by Hong Yi, as she unleashed various powerful Divine Skills. One after another, they were cut down. Even if they tried to escape, they couldn't manage it. Before they could turn around, a fiery red sword silk dominantly cut them in half.
Then Hong Yi swiftly moved within the crowd, where the Phoenix True Fire erupted from her palm. No one could withstand even a single strike from her. Whether dozens or hundreds joined forces, they were ruthlessly suppressed by the Phoenix True Fire. Not even a trace was left.
"You're all so weak!" Hong Yi said disdainfully.
"So, you're a member of the Beiji Phoenix Clan!" The one-eyed man said with a gloomy face, feeling a sense of regret. If he had known Hong Yi's identity, he wouldn't have acted rashly.
