Swoosh!
Without any hesitation, Li Yao dashed toward the center of the city like a hungry wolf.
"Fellow Cultivator Sand, what are you doing?"
Cai Qi, the sword Cultivator in the Nascent Soul Stage, sensed Li Yao's furious spiritual waves and was greatly shocked.
"They have heavily wounded Master Ye," Li Yao shouted. "I'm going to avenge him!"
After saying that, he cut off the communication directly.
If Cai Qi had been able to see Li Yao's face, he would have discovered that Li Yao's countenance was somewhat twisted and totally different from his voice.
His voice was coarse, crazy, and rash.
But his countenance was extremely tranquil. His eyes were as deep and dark as a cold spring. His lips that were as thin as sharp blades.
In a small alley some ten blocks away, Li Yao returned both the Gold Wolf Battlesuit and the mustard-seed suit into his Cosmos Ring.