Li Xiaoyao released his hand, tossing Wei Ziwen carelessly onto the ground.
Wei Ziwen clutched his throat; the blow that Li Xiaoyao had just delivered had almost broken his neck.
Lin Shiyun watched Li Xiaoyao in shock, thinking to herself, "I didn't expect him to be so powerful! Being able to take down Wei Ziwen with a close strike, he must be a martial artist."
Wei Ziwen slowly got up from the ground, and, facing the indifferent Li Xiaoyao, he didn't dare to act rashly. He threw everything from his storage ring onto the ground, causing an uproar.
"That's my Blue Silver Grass!"
"And my Solomon's Seal!"
"Who would've thought, it was this guy who stole them."
"Damn it, to think he stole our items and then tried to frame someone else."
Wei Ziwen's face turned gloomy, and he suddenly shouted, "I am a Wei family member from YZ city, what about it if I took your things?"
Having said that, Wei Ziwen turned and quickly left.
