In the valley.
A swathe of crimson, blood saturates the ground, forming rivers of gore.
A multitude of horrified gazes fix on Xiao Yi.
None had expected Xiao Yi to act with such decisiveness, even slaying a rising star like Zhuge Qing without the slightest hesitation.
Yi cast a calm glance over the crowd.
He had no intention of entangling with Zhuge Qing and others, yet when people sought trouble with him unprovoked, he showed no mercy!
Faced with repeated provocations and slanderous rumors tarnishing his reputation, he held no ounce of compassion in his heart.
"Xiao, Saint Heir, this situation was all Yudi's doing, and has nothing to do with us..."
"We beg for your mercy, Your Highness Saint Heir!"
The crowd pleaded.
With a mere flick of his finger, Xiao Yi had slain Zhuge Qing and others. Coupling this with Xiao Yi's terrifying battle achievements, who would dare stand out against him now?
Xiao Yi said indifferently, "Disperse!"
"Th-thank you, Your Highness Saint Heir!"
