C281 Cold Sword out of Sheath

Lin Yi's figure moved. Before he breathed, he focused all of his power on his arms.

As his arms danced about, they felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds. If he struck a person, that person would be crippled even if he didn't die.

While these people were flustered, they couldn't even touch a corner of Lin Yi's clothes.

In just a few blinks of an eye