Yue Buqun, determined to protect his standing in the Chat Group, immediately launched a counterattack.
Since this brat would not give him a chance to draw his sword, he would simply use the sword together with its scabbard.
Caught off guard, Li Xingyun was struck in the chest by the scabbard and staggered backward.
Seizing the opportunity, Yue Buqun's sword flashed. The alloy longsword processed by a Stark Industries factory gleamed with a blindingly cold light beneath the sun.
"Brat, let's see how you fight this sect master now. And don't accuse me of bullying the young—after all, you are a descendant of the Tang Dynasty imperial family."
Li Xingyun shuddered. He had not expected the other party to know his identity.
If that was the case, then these people were most likely assassins sent by Great Liang.
Lu Linxuan's little mouth fell open as she cried out in disbelief, "What? My senior brother is a descendant of the imperial family?!"
She had always thought that her childhood sweetheart, her senior brother Li Xingyun, was merely a destitute little beggar.
Yet in the blink of an eye, he had become someone with the bloodline of the Tang Dynasty imperial family.
Lu Linxuan knew that both her master and her late father had once served the Tang Dynasty.
At that moment, many of her old doubts were answered. Her father must have known her senior brother's identity back then, which was why he had asked their master to take him in.
Yue Buqun had already begun his counterattack. Empowered by Internal Energy, the treasured sword in his hand sent terrifying sword qi flying in all directions, leaving numerous sword wounds across Li Xingyun's body in an instant.
After shifting left to evade a strike, Li Xingyun flicked several long needles from