Qin Zong glared with anger, killing intent was evident.
Xiao Yi, unafraid, wore his usual cold expression, indifferent to everything.
"Boy, let go of your hand," Qin Zong stared coldly at Xiao Yi.
At this moment, he suddenly felt how furious it made him to see Xiao Yi holding Guu Yunshang's hand.
Xiao Yi said nothing, merely waiting for Old Master Guu's response.
"Scoundrel," Qin Zong roared, instantly making a move.
The previous anger seemed to explode at this moment.
The fierce fist wind, straight at Xiao Yi.
"Ah… be careful," Fang Muxue exclaimed.
"Mr. Qin is at the Martial Arts Emperor level, in terms of strength, not inferior to the elders of the Qin Family."
Xiao Yi remained unmoved, instead shaking his head, looking at Guu Yunshang.
"No wonder Qin Zong waited for you for 20 years, yet you remain unchanged and pay him no heed."
As Xiao Yi's words fell, Qin Zong's fist had already arrived.
Bang... A loud explosion.
The intense momentum swept the entire hall.
