"Hand over the item and I might spare your life!"
The expert at the Ninth Layer of the Heavenly Venerate Realm looked indifferent, both hands gripping his weapon tightly, with a chilling killing intent locking onto Xiao Yi.
At any moment, he might unleash a fierce offensive.
Xiao Yi spread his hands, smiling bitterly, "If I say I don't know that person, would you believe me?"
"What do you think?"
The young man at the Ninth Layer of the Heavenly Venerate Realm sneered, his longsword buzzing, sharp Sword Qi whistling in and out as he spoke with an indifferent face, "I've long smelled that unique scent of poverty from you, belonging only to the disciples of the Thirteenth Peak…"
Xiao Yi frowned.
He was about to speak.
