"Do the Martial Clan people who admire martial arts bully the weak like this?"
Xiao Yi's voice abruptly came from the void, his figure instantly appearing between Zhao Heng and Fang Qingyun.
Hands resting behind his back.
He met Zhao Heng's gaze, without the slightest ounce of fear.
Their gazes collided in the void like something tangible, exploding with a crackling sound. The terrifying confrontation created a terrifying whirlwind, the dust and rubble on the ground trembled and jumped, then exploded, transforming into a cloud of dust swirling into the sky.
In this area, a vacuum zone was forcibly created.
Zhao Heng squinted his eyes to survey Xiao Yi, asking in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
He sensed a fearsome power on Xiao Yi.
This power was definitely not weaker than his, perhaps even greater, making Zhao Heng hesitant to act impulsively.
"Take a guess!"
Xiao Yi glanced at him and then turned to support Fang Qingyun.
