Li Xiaoyao seized this opportunity and quickly pursued the figure of Yi Jie as he was thrown through the air.
The old monk, seeing this, bellowed with a ferocious face, "You little bastard, how dare you!"
"In this vast world, there's nothing I dare not do." With a cold laugh, Li Xiaoyao had already chased after Yi Jie.
The flung Yi Jie, caught between half-consciousness and lucidity, had an extremely blurred awareness.
Li Xiaoyao bared a cold smile, lifted his right arm high, and transformed it into a palm blade. Under the anxious gaze of the onlookers, he brought it down with a whooshing sound of wind, slashing fiercely.
"Crack!"
The palm blade aimed at Yi Jie's neck and cut down, the sound of breaking bone suddenly rang out as Yi Jie's head separated from his body and plummeted.
Li Xiaoyao smoothly took off the Storage Ring from Yi Jie's finger and casually tossed it into his Storage Space.
