"Zhao Wuji?"
Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed into slits, staring intently at the void shattered by a single punch.
An unprecedented seriousness flickered in his eyes.
The power of that punch just now was truly horrifying.
Zhao Xing, having just been saved by that punch, immediately felt a sense of surviving a disaster and became excited, looking at Xiao Yi with a smug expression: "Hahaha, Xiao Yi, didn't you want to kill me? Why don't you go ahead now, try to kill me..."
Zhao Xing appeared almost crazed.
He was a high-ranking elder of the Martial Clan.
Only second to the clan leader.
Respected status, superior strength.
Yet he was so humiliatingly defeated facing Xiao Yi in his full-power mode.
How could he accept this?
And now...
The sudden punch from the void shattered Xiao Yi's attack, pulling him back from the brink of death. More importantly, he knew very well who that punch belonged to, the strongest in the entire Mysterious Realm, the king of the Martial Clan.
