Xiao Yi nodded, and a streak of Sword Qi shot from his hand.
The chains on the iron pillar snapped audibly.
Tong Ye's legs weakened, and he almost collapsed.
Xiao Yi caught him, and in the next second, pushed off with his legs, soaring into the sky.
With a flicker, he controlled the air and flew away.
...
Below, several disciples of the Floral Spirit Sect fumed, "Elder, why let him escape?"
The old man shook his head, his face grim, "That punch just now had the power of the Saint Realm."
"And judging by the looks, that kid hasn't even exerted his full strength yet."
"Such a strong person, there's no need to antagonize him."
...
Meanwhile, Xiao Yi took Tong Ye far away.
In just a few minutes, they were flying thousands of miles away.
"You're very strong," Tong Ye said coldly, looking at Xiao Yi.
He didn't know Xiao Yi's name but was aware that Xiao Yi, like him, was one of the new disciples of this year's Black Cloud Academy.
