"How could this kid's strength have become so monstrously powerful?"
Xuan Ming couldn't fathom that the Shi Country boy he originally didn't take seriously—whom he believed he could mold to his will—had become so strong.
And while Xuan Ming was shocked, Lin Yi had already approached him. His eyes coldly fixed on him, "Tell me, where is Master Wu Liang?"
But Xuan Ming simply sneered, "You don't really think I would tell you, do you? How naive…"
"Bang!"
Xuan Ming's words were cut short as Lin Yi kicked him in the face, sending him flying and crashing into two large trees before coming to a stop.
Then, Lin Yi stepped on Xuan Ming, pinning the latter's head firmly to the ground, rendering him immobile.
"Will you talk?"
Xuan Ming's features were contorted by the pressure, struggling to breathe, several of his bones broken. Now severely injured, he had finally been intimidated by Lin Yi, "I'll talk!"
