Lin Xiao's face was icy cold, like a callous killing machine.
He walked straight up to Xiao Yi.
The longsword in his hand gleamed with a chilling, icy light. With a deadpan expression, he looked at Xiao Yi like he was merely an ant, "My Silent Arrow is coated with a deadly poison that seals the throat upon contact with blood. Even masters of the Dharma Manifestation Realm will meet their death if they're hit, you..."
Before he could finish,
Lin Xiao felt a blur before his eyes.
Xiao Yi, who had been lying motionless on the ground, suddenly disappeared from sight.
"Not good!"
Lin Xiao's face instantly changed.
Having always followed at Sun Yao's side and having experienced many battles, he had a strong instinctual sense of danger.
Almost at the same time,
Lin Xiao dodged to one side.
But Xiao Yi's cold sneer reached his ears, "It's already too late!"
Buzz!
