Whoosh...
Xiao Yi flickered, striking instantly.
He was eager to see how this group of martial artists would be rude.
Bam...
Xiao Yi's fists moved as swiftly as a storm.
The speed of his fists brought with it an astonishing sonic boom.
Almost the moment his figure disappeared from its original place, his fist had already struck the middle-aged man.
"Is this all you've got to try and stop me?" Xiao Yi sneered disdainfully.
"Think you can break in with just this skill?" the middle-aged man sneered coldly.
"Hmm?" Xiao Yi frowned.
His fist had hit the middle-aged man, yet the man neither dodged nor flashed, showing no sign of injury?
"How could this be." Xiao Yi's expression slightly changed.
From the moment these Illusion Light Mansion martial artists appeared, Xiao Yi had sensed their cultivation.
These dozens of martial artists were all at the peak of the Saint King Realm.
