Xiao Yi looked at Sun Yao with an expressionless face.
A chilling aura emanated from him, so intense that it was like a bone-piercing cold wind that instantly covered the entrance of the Nangong Family estate.
All the strong ones standing close to Xiao Yi on the street shuddered uncontrollably under the assault of this cold wind, their faces turning pale.
Especially Qin Li on top of the horse-drawn carriage, already badly wounded, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood when faced with the cold momentum from Xiao Yi.
He tumbled and scrambled down from the carriage.
Supporting himself on his hands, he crawled desperately towards the distance.
"General Qin..."
"General Qin, please stop..."
The several soldiers responsible for escorting Qin Li changed their expressions and quickly chased after him.
But Qin Li was roaring in terror, "Don't come near, Xiao Yi, don't you come any closer..."
His terrified posture was as if he had encountered a demon lord.
