Xiao Yi descended from the Holy Battle Life and Death Platform.
He walked straight toward the Saint's Manor.
Though the path wasn't long, in Liu Yu's heart, the few steps seemed as long as a lifetime.
He had never imagined that one day, when facing a young man, he would be without the courage and boldness to even look him in the eye.
Every step Xiao Yi took seemed to tread upon the nodes of his life, any one of them could have ended his existence. Fortunately, Xiao Yi didn't bother to settle scores but merely paused briefly as he passed by Liu Yu.
Yet even that brief pause had already made Liu Yu feel as if he had wandered on the edge of the eighteen layers of hell for hundreds of years.
"You can get up now, he has already left!" Hong Sandao's voice, tinged with complexity, echoed in his ears, rousing Liu Yu back to reality.
His face was still pale.
He subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and offered a wry smile to Hong Sandao: "Help me up!"
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