"You're dead!"
Xiao Yi stared at Ouyang Wuxiu with an expressionless face.
Even though his strength made it entirely unnecessary for him to rely on the aid of Little Lin and Jin Yi, Ouyang Wuxiu's actions filled him with utter disgust.
Faced with Ouyang Wuxiu's bottomless provocations,
Xiao Yi was truly enraged.
Jin Yi's face darkened like coal: "If this were the North Sea, I wouldn't hesitate to chop him into pieces and scatter his bones to the wind..."
Little Lin sneered, patting Jin Yi on the shoulder, and said, "You won't get the chance. He's already pushed the boss over the edge!"
"Hmm?"
Jin Yi froze, gazing at Xiao Yi.
He had never seen Xiao Yi angry before.
All along,
Xiao Yi had given him the impression of being like an ancient lake—calm and profound, emotions hidden beneath the surface.
At that moment…
Dong!
The third bell chime rang out.
Swish, swish, swish!
A host of powerful figures instantly flew into the air.