"Xiao Tianjiao, come out and meet your death!"
Xiao Yi's icy gaze fixated on the Flying Boat before him as he let out a skyward howl.
The roar shook the heavens.
Battle intent shook the world!
In the void, fierce winds howled as Xiao Yi's jet-black hair flew wildly, his black robe fluttering loudly. It was as though he had gathered the stars and moon in his eyes; his shining eyes pulsed with light, much like a peerless War God.
"..."
Inside the Flying Boat, all was silent.
"Why hasn't Xiao Tianjiao taken action?"
"Could it be that he's scared?"
"That can't be possible, can it? After all, he was once our Great Qian Dynasty's number one talent..."
"A number one talent, my foot! The only number one talent of the Great Qian Dynasty is Xiao Zhenguo! What kind of talent is Xiao Tianjiao, who just watches from the sidelines with the enemy when his own country is in crisis?"
Everyone was whispering among themselves.
