The middle-aged man, under the torment of flames, let out a heart-wrenching, ear-piercing howl.
At this time, his body, under the burning of the flames, began to become fragile.
Soon, the middle-aged man's body was burnt to ashes.
"Hmph! Ignorant fool, the cultivation technique my master taught me is not something you can insult,"
Lin Yi said coldly.
"You, you're a demon,"
Another person, with a face full of terror, stared at Lin Yi.
"A demon?"
Lin Yi was taken aback.
"Do you have any idea what kind of power the Xiaoyao Sect is?"
The young man snorted coldly and said, "My master is the sect master of Xiaoyao Sect, Xiaoyao zi!"
"Oh? So it's Xiaoyao zi."
After hearing that he said he was Xiaoyao zi, Lin Yi was also taken aback and then nodded his head.
"Xiaoyao zi? Never heard of him, just another piece of trash,"
Lin Yi said indifferently.
"You, you, you're asking for death!"
Upon hearing Lin Yi's words, the young man immediately became furious.