“Li Mingxuan? Why isn’t he dead yet?” A group of direct Li Family disciples led by Li Mingze spoke as if they’d seen a ghost.
“Your Highness!” Seeing Yang Xiao arrive, Old Master Li Mingyang’s aged eyes lit up.
Yang Xiao took a big stride forward and kicked Li Minghong in the chest.
“Mmm!” Being stepped on by Yang Xiao’s chest, Li Minghong felt a violent force injected into his body and almost shattered his internal organs.
Yang Xiao stared at Li Minghong, who only had half a life left, and said in a cold voice, “Five years ago, I was heavily injured and retired. You were right about that. After being in seclusion for five years, my strength has already recovered by seventy to eighty percent. Dealing with small fries like you won’t be a problem at all!”
Being stomped on by Yang Xiao’s foot, Li Minghong’s face paled. He was terrified.
He was accompanied by international bodyguards, but none of them could withstand a single blow from Yang Xiao.
What terrifying skill and terrifying
