Boom…
Xiao Yi unleashed a powerful punch, the terrifying physical strength directly sent the tall black-clothed martial artist flying back a hundred meters.
The fierce wind from the fist even destroyed everything along its path.
"How is this possible." Around him, the four black-clothed martial artists holding the other ends of the chains exclaimed.
Before they could react, they were pulled over, chains and all, by Xiao Yi with a yank.
Crack…
One of them had his throat gripped by Xiao Yi.
"Now, can you tell me who you are?" Xiao Yi coldly looked at the martial artist trapped in his grip.
"Ugh." The black-clothed martial artist immediately struggled to breathe and began to struggle.
"Such… such powerful physical strength, Deacon, this kid is not just a Sword Dao Practitioner, he's also an Asura Warrior."
"Deacon?" Xiao Yi frowned.
He knew that the Deacon the martial artist in his hand spoke of was the tall black-clothed martial artist he had just punched away.
