Li Yun had no intention of stirring up trouble on the Purple Moon Continent, but when it was time to act, he never hesitated.
His kick was clean and decisive, carrying tremendous force.
Bang!
The man in fitted fighting clothes flew backward with a scream, landed more than ten meters away like a battered sack, and lay completely still.
The other men in fitted fighting clothes had been watching with amused smiles.
At the sight, they froze.
It took them a while to recover, and then fury seized them all.
"How dare you!"
"You've got some nerve!"
They charged at Li Yun.
The Chen Brothers hurriedly warned him, "Brother, watch out..."
Li Yun smiled at them and moved. Under the night sky, his figure left a trail of distinct afterimages—nine in all!
At that instant, his top speed had surpassed the speed of sound.
Only because his Demon Shadow Heavenly Wind movement technique was so profound, lending his rush almost the grace of riding the wind, did it produce no sonic boom.
His long saber left its sheath, its blade flashing.
To the Chen Brothers, the night itself seemed to split beneath that blade-light.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Blood sprayed.
In the blink of an eye, Li Yun had sheathed his saber and stopped before the Chen Brothers.
Their jaws nearly hit the ground.
"Th-this... It's over already?"
At least a dozen men, each stronger than an eleventh-level Houtian Realm cultivator, had been killed that easily?
Wasn't that too outrageous?
Somehow finding the strength, both brothers got to their feet.
"Brother, run!"
"They're all from the Five Great Families. You've killed so many of their people that they'll never let you go. More will be here soon. If you don't run now, it'll be too late."
Li Yun considered it for