He was overbearing? Then you had to be even more overbearing. He was strong? Then you had to be even stronger.
If he refused to understand, what harm was there in cutting him down?
That was what Li Mu Yang was thinking at that very moment.
Showing weakness was not enough, and begging for mercy was out of the question. If Li Mu Yang showed even the slightest hint of fear, the surrounding humans would immediately swarm him, drowning Li Mu Yang and the people behind him whom he wanted to protect in an instant.
Li Mu Yang had to look fearless and confident. He had to put on an unbearably insolent face, as though he were deliberately asking for a beating. Only then would they become suspicious, hesitate, and consider the grave consequences of offending Li Mu Yang.
Li Mu Yang strode forward toward the gates of Wuyou Palace.
Because Changbai Swordsman, Poison Widow, Wan Guiyi, and the others had blocked his way, Li Mu Yang's advance had been delayed.
After dealing with those three enemies, his steps became even more resolute.
He held a beauty's hand in one hand and carried a long sword in the other.
Snowball and the Wolf King attended him on either side.
Li Mu Yang deliberately released the aura of Dragon's Might. That tangible pressure spread in every direction, pressing those with weaker cultivation until they could barely breathe.
Behind Li Mu Yang, Qin Han, Tie Mu Xin, Xie Wuyou, Xiahou Qianbai, and the others followed close at his heels.
Wen Ruo Ruo gripped Shen Nong's Dagger, while Qin Han summoned the Pious War Hammer. Yan Xiangma and the others each drew their favored weapons, looking ready to fight whoever blocked them in a Never-ending Battle.
Under the pressure of that overwhelming momentum,