Under the oppressive aura of the five powerful men, the injured Zhao Yun had blood at the corner of his mouth and a deathly pale face, yet he still stood straight.
Li Hongluan wanted to rise, but she lacked the strength. Her opponents were too powerful; she could no longer fight.
"Kneel!" someone shouted.
Zhao Yun smiled, blood staining his teeth.
"Kneel? A man's knees are worth their weight in gold. A warrior has dignity."
"Pah! You're trash, and you dare call yourself a man?"
Li Hongluan said weakly, "I think he has more backbone than all of you. He dared to face the Half-Beast Army head-on and contend with Barbarian warriors, while you people only know how to throw your weight around at home."
Zhao Yun caught his breath and smiled at Li Hongluan. Though he said nothing, she understood everything in her heart.
The spiritual energy around Zhao Yun began to churn violently. Li Hongluan stared at him blankly. She knew Zhao Yun was about to risk everything to defend his last shred of dignity.
But Yue Tianhai sneered repeatedly. "Want to die? It won't be that easy."
The five men did not move. Suddenly, with a thunderous boom, dust blotted out the sky before Zhao Yun, and a Shadow flashed forward like lightning.
That person's fingers were as sharp as blades. He deftly avoided Zhao Yun's spear and struck beneath his heart. A frigid aura invaded Zhao Yun's body and rapidly spread.
Unable to bear the pain, Zhao Yun spat out a mouthful of blood. His surging spiritual energy was scattered, and every breath felt like fire. Gathering spiritual energy to kill himself was now out of the question.
Yue Tianhai stared intently at Zhao Yun, his expression grim. "You killed the Vice Star Lord of the