Such qi was cold enough, but it was not an aura of killing. It was difficult to describe it. It just made people feel uncomfortable.
Ye Xiao felt that he should know this guy. He had never truly seen this guy, but somebody must have mentioned him to Ye Xiao earlier!
He just couldn’t remember it.
Brother Zhao casually walked three steps forward. He stood at about fifteen meters distance to Ye Xiao. He finally raised his tired eyes. He stared at Ye Xiao inanimately. He tiredly said, "Feng Monarch, sorry. I am going to make my strike now."
Ye Xiao blandly said, "Well if you are no sorry, will you not attack?"
Brother Zhao was surprised. He looked at Ye Xiao again. The solitary in his eyes was more obvious. His qi was rising up, denser and denser.
Apparently, it was more than enough for him to say those words already. Even though Ye Xiao had said something that surprised him, he didn’t want to speak no more. He wanted to though, but he just moved.