Watching Xiao Yi settle back into the car, the young driver finally snapped out of his daze, as if waking from a dream.
But for the moment, he still couldn't react, unsure of how to face Xiao Yi, feeling completely at a loss.
The scene that had just unfolded had shocked him so deeply that he still felt it was surreal, like a dream...
First, there was a Flying Man, appearing like a master from the Martial World, seemingly intent on taking Xiao Yi's life. Then, sitting next to him was Xiao Yi, who appeared unremarkable and was even less handsome, less tall, and less robust than he; in his eyes, Xiao Yi was just a good-for-nothing rich second generation, Young Master Xiao. With a gentle punch, Xiao Yi had sent the Martial World master, the Flying Man, flying out, turning him into a blood-spitting Flying Man...
It was utterly unbelievable!
How could such a frail body hide such immense power?
