"Such arrogance." The middle-aged man laughed uproariously, as if hearing the grandest joke.
"Without a sword, you intend to kill me?"
"Kid, are you sure your brain hasn’t been crushed?"
"Crush him."
The middle-aged man shouted once more, waving his large hand.
The martial arts power pressing down on Xiao Yi intensified again.
"Ugh." Xiao Yi spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his face ghostly pale.
Yet, throughout his ordeal, his eyes remained cold and resolute.
"It’s merely the Second Layer of the Saint King Realm. If I can’t withstand this, how can I talk about racing against time or searching for someone?"
Xiao Yi murmured to himself, feeling discomfort all over but still staring directly at the middle-aged man.
"Using a domain to suppress me, huh? Then let’s see who suppresses whom."
With those words, Xiao Yi roared, "Cold Ice Domain, rise."
Boom...
An astounding martial arts power materialized out of thin air.
The cold ice aura swept across a radius of a thousand meters.
The domain of the middle-aged man was instantly repelled somewhat.
However, the martial arts power pressing down on Xiao Yi never dissipated, making him extremely uncomfortable.
"Is this all you’ve got?" The middle-aged man sneered, "What a joke?"
"Do you think with your domain, you can negate my Hundred Dao Domain? Overestimating yourself."
"This is your last chance," the middle-aged man’s voice grew increasingly sinister.
"Kneel down and confess your sins."
"Otherwise, die."
In the distance, Cao Lei frowned but remained motionless.
Elsewhere, Qing Lin suppressed the three City Lords but was unable to finish the battle, growing increasingly anxious as he looked at Xiao Yi’s situation.
Crack... crack... crack...
Within the martial arts power, Xiao Yi’s fist clenched tightly, emitting a crackling sound.
The hand that had been deformed was forcibly returned to normal by him.
Dislocated bones were forcibly restored, and the inhuman pain couldn’t even make him furrow his brows.
He spoke no more, only staring at the middle-aged man.
In his cold gaze, the killing intent grew more and more intense.
Upon closer inspection, his hands had started to move mysteriously at some point.
Within a radius of a thousand meters, the intense killing intent became terrifyingly dense in just a few breaths.
"Cold Ice Three Palm, killing intent." Xiao Yi launched a palm strike, but his hand suddenly stopped abruptly.
"What’s going on?" Xiao Yi’s expression changed suddenly.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t unleash the palm strike.
Rather, his heart suddenly grew feverish and restless.
Suddenly, the feverish heart turned cold.
In his eyes, a flash of blood color emerged, which was overwhelming killing intent.
Within his heart, a surge of murderous intent became uncontainable in an instant.
"What is happening?" Xiao Yi was shocked internally.
This unusual killing intent, which even his unwavering Sword Heart couldn’t suppress, made him wonder and be seriously cautious.
He hadn’t used Cold Ice Three Palm for a long time.
But ever since last consulting Senior Luoo, he’d learned the use of Domain Martial Skill, intending to try it this time.
Domain Martial Skill, melding with the domain, could elevate the domain to another level out of thin air.
But now, what was happening?
His heart was incessantly restless yet unbelievably cold.
His eyes grew increasingly crimson.
He pondered, yet hadn’t noticed that strands of blood color had unknowingly enveloped a few thousand meters in area.
From afar, Cao Lei’s expression changed for the first time, "What an incredible killing aura, what’s happening?"
Cao Lei’s aged gaze locked onto the dense, almost tangible blood-colored killing intent in the air, his brows furrowing tightly.