"What advice do you have for me?"
Li Yun swept a casual glance over the crowd. The number of experts who had come did nothing to make him nervous. He remained as relaxed as ever, and some could even sense a hint of mockery in his expression.
That rubbed one of them the wrong way. He stepped forward and shouted at Li Yun.
"What are you so arrogant about, Li?"
"Do you think you can do whatever you want, like last time?"
"I'm telling you—"
But before he could finish,
the Saint Gold Divine Lord who had spoken felt an overwhelming divine pressure descend upon him. His words caught in his throat.
Li Yun looked at him coldly.
"What were you going to tell me?"
"That last time, without a Heavenly Gold Divine Lord among you, you could only watch me act as I pleased? But today you've brought three, so I should obediently kneel and pay my respects?"
"You stupid bastard. You don't have the strength to back it up, yet you still dare to shout so loudly."
"Today I'll make you understand: if I want to kill you, you die. Whether you have someone backing you up doesn't mean a damn thing!"
As his words fell,
a streak of Sword Light sprang from Li Yun's hand.
The expression of the green-robed Heavenly Gold Divine Lord beside him changed. "Stop!" he shouted.
At the same time, he swept his hand out, trying to send a streak of Sword Light to intercept it.
But
he was too slow.
He could not stop it at all.
The Sword Light flashed, and the Saint Gold Divine Lord was cut into a cloud of blood mist.
"Bastard!"
"Li Yun, you've gone too far! How dare you?"
The green-robed Heavenly Gold Divine Lord flew