"Hahaha, Xiao Yi, this place shall be your grave today!"
"What a pity, even with your astounding talent, you still can't escape the fate of dying under the Heavenly Tribulation..."
"Go on, act tough now!"
Yang Dingtian and his group all wore thick mockery on their faces, taking pleasure in Xiao Yi's misfortune. Their eyes filled with a fierce cold laugh, they couldn't wait to see Xiao Yi fall under the Heavenly Tribulation, to be reduced to ashes by the thunder.
Hmph!
Facing the ridicule and crowding around him, Xiao Yi just let out a cold snort.
In his eyes,
A dazzling light like the stars simmered, his sharp gaze swept over Yang Dingtian and the others as he spoke word by word, "Nantian Sacred Land, Nantian Holy Institute, Changsheng Sect, and all of you... I will remember this!"
"Hm?"
"What's the use of remembering us when you're about to die?"
