The next day.
Early morning.
When the royal guards opened the city gates, they were collectively stunned.
In front of the vast and huge Vermilion Bird Gate.
Xiao Yi stood alone, with a ten-meter-high and five-meter-wide black stele behind him. The stele was starkly empty without any inscriptions, and a chain as thick as an arm connected Xiao Yi to the stele.
One hand was gripping one end of the chain.
With every step Xiao Yi took, the stele would boom loudly, leaving a fierce scar on the ground.
Hiss!
The guards responsible for opening the gates, as well as some strong individuals hurrying out of the city, couldn't help but gasp for air, their faces filled with shock, "This stele must weigh at least several hundred thousand pounds, right? This is like dragging a small mountain!"
"He must be a Golden Core Realm powerhouse, otherwise, it would be impossible to have such strength!"
"I remember now, he is Xiao Yi!"