Xuan Yi stared at the direction in which Li Xiaoqiang had escaped, frowning deeply and said coldly, "What was that red light just now? Such speed, to even be able to cut through iron chains, is definitely not something ordinary. It seems Li Xiaoqiang carries a precious treasure. This Li Xiaoqiang has more surprises than I expected."
After speaking, Xuan Yi crouched down and looked at the severed iron chain, frowning tightly.
The iron chain was cut very smoothly. Touching the cold iron, he stared at the young man beside him and asked, "Does Li Xiaoqiang have any treasures on him?"
The young man shook his head and said, "Based on what we've heard, it doesn't seem like he has any treasures."
Xuan Yi fell into a thoughtful state.
Soon after, the cultivators who had entered the village brought out about forty women. These women included married women, young girls, and teenagers.
