"Dare to touch my people, are you seeking death?"
Xiao Yi's voice was calm and soothing as it fell into Jin Ming's ears, yet it was like thunder roaring, deafening to the point of being unbearable.
As if thousands of thunderbolts were exploding beside his ear.
Jin Ming's head buzzed with a blankness, his eyes flashing with disbelief as he stared fixedly at Xiao Yi, "You, who are you?"
That sword just now had easily shattered his attack.
That roar had wavered his mind and soul, causing chaos, and from his ears, two streams of blood rolled down, a shocking sight to behold.
Xiao Yi remained expressionless, his icy gaze fixed on Jin Ming like the blade of a knife, silent.
It was this coldness and heaviness.
It was like an invisible blade pressing against Jin Ming's throat, making him so cautious that even breathing seemed perilous.
