A cold and disdainful voice echoed throughout the venue.
To the ears of the young man in white, it was like a burning slap.
"You..." The young man in white looked at Xiao Yi, squinting his eyes.
The next second, he glanced at the fist print on his chest, along with the flames raging around the fist print, and frowned.
"Disperse." The young man in white coldly shouted, forcibly dispersing the flame aura from the fist print.
"You have some skill." The young man in white said lightly.
"But that's all there is to it."
As his words fell, the young man in white struck again.
The young man in white, with a palm strike, white light swirling around his palm.
Inside the white light, it contained an extremely intense Cold Ice Aura.
"Hmm?" Xiao Yi squinted his eyes.
He could clearly feel a fatal threat from this palm.
This palm from the young man in white was at least a martial technique above advanced Holy-grade, maybe even stronger.
