As Li Xiaoyao appeared, Long Zaitian immediately stood up from the sofa and shouted angrily, "Grab him, I'm going to cripple him today!"
Sitting beside Long Feiyang was a middle-aged man in his forties, the cultivator that Li Xiaoyao had sensed.
The middle-aged man merely glanced at Li Xiaoyao and didn't pay much attention to him.
As Long Zaitian's roar erupted, instantly more than a dozen men ran into the villa from outside, all carrying electric batons and machetes.
In the blink of an eye, these men had surrounded Li Xiaoyao. A pale-faced Long Zaitian slowly walked over, took a machete from one of the men, and glared at Li Xiaoyao with venomous eyes, saying, "Hold him down for me! I'm going to cripple him today!"
The men immediately rushed forward, trying to grab Li Xiaoyao's arms, but he punched each one away, causing their noses to bleed as they stumbled backward.
"Quite bold to dare tie up my woman," Li Xiaoyao said with a cold laugh, his face full of murderous intent.
