78 The deterrence of power

"Little bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

The furious Zhao Ningshu had lost all semblance of his usual graceful and light-hearted demeanor. His bellow, coupled with his swollen left eye, made him appear somewhat crazed and ferocious.

However, no sooner had Zhao Family's eldest young master uttered these words than Yun Xiao's icy voice sounded clearly at his ear: "If I were you, I would definitely not move rashly, otherwise..."

Yun Xiao's sentence was left unfinished, but the moment Zhao Ningshu heard the first half, he really didn't dare to move. He suddenly realized that a blood-red flame had unexpectedly appeared on the side of his face.

Yun Xiao didn't harbor much intent for strategy. His goal was never to land a punch on Zhao Ningshu's eye—such a move wouldn't cause too much harm to a cultivator at the early stage of the Meridian Gathering Realm.