Xiao Xian'er Was in Danger

Whoosh!

Li Ye was using his vast Divine Sense to capture the sounds of the world around him, trying to find out what had happened. Suddenly, a warship returned from the Yang Face Universe. A group of Heavenly Domain beings aboard it had captured dozens of powerful figures from the Heavenly Dynasty.

One of them was very familiar to Li Ye.

It was Xiao Yi.

He had been bound hand and foot with chains and hung over the edge. An iron hook had pierced his shoulder blade, and holy blood streamed down.

The warship was traveling at dozens of times the speed of light, rubbing violently against the air. The wind howled like blades, flaying Xiao Yi until his flesh was a bloody mess.

His expression was filled with pain, but he didn't make a sound.

Along the corridor by the edge of the warship, many Heavenly Domain powerhouses jeered and taunted him.

"This kid's got a hard head on his shoulders. This is fun, real fun."

A burly man with fleshy wings said.

"Dead bald bastard, you got that right."

"My bones are a lot harder than you think. Boil them into soup and drink it, and you'll be reborn as a steel monster. Believe that?"

Xiao Yi said proudly.

The guy was not only hard as a rock; he also knew how to give as good as he got.

There were seven or eight of them, and he had them all hopping mad.

"Third Brother, calm down, Third Brother."

Someone held back the enraged bald man, who was drawing his blade, and tried to talk him down.

The bald man shook off the person beside him. Then, struck by a wonderful idea, he grinned and said, "The one who needs to calm down is this kid."

"Dead bald