"Good grandson, haven't you come to pay your respects to Grandpa?"
Xiao Yi, with a playful smile on his face, stared straight at Ye Beixuan as he chuckled lightly.
Ye Beixuan's complexion abruptly stiffened.
His eyes stared intently at the eight individuals lying motionless on the ground, his face alternately turning green and white. Looking at Xiao Yi, for the first time ever, a sense of seriousness emerged in his gaze.
He had a profound understanding of the strength of the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation.
In bygone days, he would often spar and exchange blows with Hu Da and others, but even when he made a move, breaking this Formation was not an easy feat.
Xiao Yi, from beginning to end, had shattered the Formation with just a single finger.
He couldn't help but be shocked by such a technique.
