"Don't worry!"
"They can't threaten Brother Li!"
Seeing Li Feihe's doubtful expression, the Chen Brothers spoke with ringing conviction.
"Hm?"
Li Feihe frowned slightly, unconvinced.
As he saw it, Li Yun might be handsome, but he was skinny and hardly looked like a formidable fighter. Could he really handle Bai Guiyang's wolfish, tigerish men?
After all, Bai Guiyang brought these same men every time he visited the Flying Crane Stronghold.
They were his most capable fighters. Every one of them had reached the twelfth layer of the Houtian Realm, and any one of them could fight Li Feihe alone for half an hour or more.
Li Feihe might have a chance against one of them, but against two at once? Not a chance.
Could Li Yun really manage it alone?
Before Li Feihe could finish that thought, however,
Li Yun moved.
"Zhang Daquan," the blade at his waist that he had brought from Blue Star, flashed from its sheath.
Steel gleamed.
One slash sent out a continuous sweep of blade shadows.
Bai Guiyang's men seemed to rush straight onto the blade. Blood burst forth, blood flowed in torrents, and shrill screams rang out.
In less than a second,
Li Yun sheathed his blade. No one remained standing near him.
Every last one of Bai Guiyang's men lay in pools of blood.
"Hiss..."
The courtyard fell dead silent.
A one-hit kill!
That was a damn one-hit kill!
The blade flashed and vanished, and several Martial Dao experts at the twelfth layer of the Houtian Realm were gone. Bai Guiyang, the chief, had become a commander without an army?
Who would have believed it without seeing it?
Li Feihe and the Flying Crane Stronghold men present were stunned, disbelief written across their faces.
Even Bai Guiyang had gone pale.
Moments ago, he