"What?"
"How is that possible?"
"He annihilated my Fist of Eternal Immortality with a single glance?"
Jin Bujue was struck with terror. It was as though someone had dumped a basin of cold water over his head in the dead of winter. Bone-deep chills surged through him, and he began to tremble.
"Jin Bujue, get back!"
Wan Daoyuan finally caught up and stepped in front of Jin Bujue.
He stared at Li Yun with a grave expression, as though facing a formidable enemy.
"Fellow Daoist, Jin Bujue was merely a little impulsive. He bears you no ill will. I hope you'll be magnanimous and let this pass..."
"Heh—"
Li Yun couldn't help laughing.
"Eclosion Heavenly Venerable fled in panic thousands of years ago, then brought you back to settle the score. This fellow attacked me the moment he saw me, and you're telling me he bears me no ill will?"
Wan Daoyuan's expression hardened. "What do you intend to do, then?"
"A word of advice: the Zhoutian Sword Domain is only a small place. It cannot compare to the Small Immortal World we come from. There are hundreds of Great Dao Divine Lords there, and three superpowers have held sway through the ages."
"Jin Bujue's family alone has four ancestors, each of whom has cultivated a complete Great Dao Divine Image. Even in the Small Immortal World, they rank among the foremost ancient clans."
"If you refuse to let this little matter go, you may bring a calamity down on your own head!"
"I urge you to think carefully!"
A cold smile spread across Li Yun's face. "What's this? You came in swaggering like you owned heaven and earth, but now that you know you're outmatched, you're showing off your backing and making threats?"
"I'm not looking down on you