"Come out now!"
Xiao Yi's face showed a cold expression, his eyes fixed firmly on Wang Zewen's corpse.
The corpse of Wang Zewen, lying in a pool of blood, showed no movement.
Everyone looked at Xiao Yi in confusion.
Bai Wu tentatively asked, "Your Highness, Saint Heir, apart from Wang Zewen's corpse, there is nothing else there!"
"Your Highness, could you have possibly made a mistake?"
"There's indeed nothing there..."
Everyone was bewildered.
Xiao Yi sneered, "I gave you a chance to reveal yourself. Since you choose to keep hiding, don't blame me!"
Whoosh!
In an instant, two astonishingly cold beams shot out from his eyes.
The beams were completely silver-white.
Incomparably sharp.
Illuminating the heavens.
They swept through the air like solid objects, striking directly at the mass of flesh.
