"The battle of the future?"
Chu Yi glanced at the young man, was he the lapdog of Ku Rong?
With a casual wave, nine Dragon Child phantoms, wrapped in a layer of golden thunder, descended, engulfing and incinerating Li Xiaoyao into ashes.
But in the next moment, he was restored to his original state.
The young man named Li Xiaoyao, unaware that he had been killed once by Chu Yi, flaunted an air of arrogance, assuming the imposing stance of a righteous leader, forming a sword seal with his hands, sending a sword light straight up to the sky, transforming into a mix of azure and purple aura, spitting forth electric glimmers.
But within Chu Yi's Clock Eye, his body appeared like a decaying corpse, with a yin-yang fish-shaped beetle parasitized on his waist and abdomen, his arms transforming into giant serpentine tentacles—one blue and one purple—with his decaying facial skin riddled with holes that spewed forth maggots wriggling gleefully.
His lips arrogantly muttered to himself:
