Watching Yuwen Huayu, Yi Xiaofei's right foot rose once more, stepping on Yuwen's left hand and once again the sound of breaking bones could be heard.
Such tough resistance meant little to Yi Xiaofei now, this outcome was enough. As for killing these ten people, Yi Xiaofei had no such intention. Under the current circumstances, even if the broken limbs were healed, they would likely leave behind lingering effects to some extent.
Of course, unless the recovery was exceedingly perfect, which was very unlikely, the punishment inflicted today was not merely physical; it was more about the trauma to the spirit.
They thought themselves high above others, capable of resolving everything on their side, but now they were like dogs that had lost their homes. One could even say that the lives of these ten were in Yi Xiaofei's hands.
"Han Xiong! Escort Yuwen Clan's esteemed guests out!"
