Boom... Boom... Boom...
Under the control of the Beiyin Sect's Great Elder, the Martial Arts River surged violently at Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi was unafraid, punching out with a fist.
On his fist and arm, flames erupted and circled around.
With astonishing strength, everywhere his fist passed, the Martial Arts River shattered.
Xiao Yi unleashed both his fists, each punch surrounded by firelight, exploding fiercely.
And beneath each explosion, there was invariably a Martial Arts River being blasted apart.
Nine thousand six hundred Martial Arts Rivers wove continuously to kill, but the result was merely continuous dispersal, unable to harm Xiao Yi in the slightest.
"How is this possible." In the distance, the Beiyin Sect's Great Elder looked horrified.
"Those arms, are they beast-formed?"
"The world has long said that you, Xiao Yi the little thief, possess a Wasted Martial Soul of the Fire Control Beast, but it turns out to be another demon beast, and so powerful."
