Li Yi, who was healing himself in the distance, stared at Yunxiao in terror with his eyes widened.
Although they were both Martial Lords, he felt the gap between them grow greater and greater. Ever since Yunxiao was a Warrior, he had not taken him seriously. Now that both of them were Martial Lords, Yunxiao's domineering aura pricked his eyes, and he realized that he was not even qualified to look him in the eye!
A monstrous resentment and hatred rose in Li Yi's heart, and he cursed, hoping Yunxiao would be slapped to death by Xingyang Huo.
"What a presumptuous boy!" Xingyang Huo was so angry that he laughed. "Who do you think you are?"
Yunxiao's killing intent did not diminish, and his voice grew colder. "You are the last old dog left in the Xingyang family. In a short while, the Xingyang family will be completely wiped out of the continent."
"You are looking for death!"
