"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Xiao Yi turned around and looked towards Zou Huai.
"Not good!"
Zou Shaolong's face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly spoke out: "Xiao Yi, stop—"
Before he could finish his sentence.
Zou Huai, standing behind him, already let out a scream as if a kite with a broken string, flying backwards into the distance, and fiercely smashed onto the ground with a bang.
A cold hand formed by the power of divine sealing firmly pressed on his face.
Pinning his entire head to the ground.
Zou Huai's face was covered in blood, turning extremely pale, his pupils contracted intensely showing more fear and terror.
Hiss!
A gasp of cold air suddenly swept through the hall.
With Xiao Yi's combat power comparable to a Supreme Venerable, it was no surprise not just in punishing Zou Huai, but even silently killing him would not astonish anyone. However, Xiao Yi pinning Zou Huai to the ground, severely injuring him at the same time.
