Yunxiao's sudden appearance stunned everyone for a long time.
Such a solemn and sacred throne was actually sat on by such an inexplicable person, and it seemed that he was just relying on his unique movement technique and opportunism. All of a sudden, everyone was depressed and lamented that they had wasted a great opportunity. How good would it be if they could grasp it?
In the blink of an eye, Li Yi went berserk. His body could not help but tremble. He was filled with new and old grudges and anger. The sword in his hand also trembled violently when it sensed his killing intent.
Suddenly, a secret voice entered his ears, causing an extremely struggling expression to appear on his face. He finally suppressed the grief and indignation, but his eyes were still bloodshot as he stared at Yunxiao.
