"You evil creature, if I didn't take you in years ago —"
Before Qiao Yi could even finish, Han Xiao started to look impatient. He suddenly walked past Tang Lang and went right up to Qiao Yi.
"Hello." Han Xiao had a strange smile.
When he saw this strange man before him, Qiao Yi was stunned for a second. He knew about Han Xiao, yet he had never met him persoanlly, so he had not recognized him.
Before Qiao Yi could speak, the shadow of a palm suddenly flashed right before his eyes.
The palm had not arrived when the wind from it hit his skin first. It was akin to the force of howling winds and torrential rain. Qiao Yi was dumbstruck as he turned ashen.
Qiao Yi had not seen when the man had made his move and he was not sure what had happened.
In an instant, there was the sound of his skull shattering!
Blood poured out of Qiao Yi's eyes, ears, mouth and nose!
