"Such fast speed," Hu Hai exclaimed as he was startled.
When he felt the icy sensation on his neck, his face showed even more panic.
"You... you... boy, if you know what's good for you, put down your sword. Otherwise, with one command from me, these dozens of Martial Artists will be enough to kill you," Hu Hai threatened.
Xiao Yi sneered coldly, slightly moving the sword in his hand across Hu Hai's neck, immediately drawing a line of blood.
"Why don't you tell me how you'll kill me?"
With just a slight motion, Xiao Yi's Purple Cloud Iron Sword could end Hu Hai's life.
Feeling the pain in his neck, Hu Hai cried out in terror, "Don't... don't kill me. If it comes to it, I don't need your points, just let me go."
At that moment, the dozens of Martial Artists who had been attacking Lin Jin and Tie Niu saw Hu Hai in danger and immediately stopped their attacks, gathering around Xiao Yi and Hu Hai.
