When he reappeared, Yang Xiao had already positioned himself in front of Mo Mo.
The twenty to thirty-meter distance had been effortlessly traversed by him.
He spread his arms wide, shielding Mo Mo behind him, appearing like a hen protecting her chick.
And his eyes, at that moment, were fixed steadfastly on a woman adorned in gold and silver before him, flames seemingly ready to erupt from within at any moment.
Clearly, at this time, Yang Xiao had been engulfed by the rage brewing in his heart.
If looks could kill, the woman in gold and silver would have died many times over.
If one could kill, that woman in gold and silver would also have perished many times over.
Although Yang Xiao was furious, he hadn't lost his reason, knowing to restrain his anger and murderous intent.
Otherwise, had he really killed someone in full view of the public, things would have escalated significantly, and even he would have been plunged into immense trouble.