"Such arrogance." The middle-aged man laughed uproariously, as if hearing the grandest joke.
"Without a sword, you intend to kill me?"
"Kid, are you sure your brain hasn't been crushed?"
"Crush him."
The middle-aged man shouted once more, waving his large hand.
The martial arts power pressing down on Xiao Yi intensified again.
"Ugh." Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his face ghostly pale.
Yet, throughout his ordeal, his eyes remained cold and resolute.
"It's merely the Second Layer of the Saint King Realm. If I can't withstand this, how can I talk about racing against time or searching for someone?"
Xiao Yi murmured to himself, feeling discomfort all over but still staring directly at the middle-aged man.
"Using a domain to suppress me, huh? Then let's see who suppresses whom."
With those words, Xiao Yi roared, "Cold Ice Domain, rise."
Boom...
An astounding martial arts power materialized out of thin air.
