With a roar, he shattered the Sword Qi.
With one punch, he crushed the Mad Guest.
Everyone was stunned speechless. Even the Still Water experts who had wanted to rush forward and lend a hand were completely frozen in place.
Everyone knew that Li Xiuwei was one of the Still Water Three Mad Guests, one of the Still Water Sword Hall's biggest emblems, and one of the very few "seat masters" qualified to take disciples.
According to the traditions of the Still Water Sword Hall, only when someone's sword technique reached a certain level would the hall grant them the authority to accept disciples.
Otherwise, how could a three-legged cat's sword technique be passed down through the ages? Wouldn't that smash the Still Water Sword Hall's reputation?
Li Xiuwei might not have been as famous as the Gu father and son, nor a super expert whose might shook the entire Divine Land. But he was still a major figure in the Xifeng Empire. Even in Tiandu City, where experts were as common as clouds, he was no one others could bully at will.
Yet no one could have expected that Li Mu Yang would kill him with a single punch.
Wasn't that too humiliating?
He should at least have taken three or five punches to preserve the man's dignity.
What was that saying again? Leave a thread of mercy today, so there would be room to meet again tomorrow.
With the way you fight, who would be willing to die by your hand in the future?
The Still Water Three Mad Guests had now lost two. Baili Changhe and Li Xiuwei had both died by Li Mu Yang's hand.
Li Mu Yang's performance was terrifying, and even that giant wolf was astonishing beyond words.
When Li Xiuwei had used the