Li Yun chuckled.
"Isn't it just a matter of who I am?"
"Out in the world, you make a name for yourself."
"My name is Li Yun, and I'm the greatest Martial Dao genius in the world!"
The four leaders of the Blood Tiger Stronghold bristled with anger.
They felt Li Yun was making fools of them.
That only confirmed their suspicion: Li Yun had come looking for trouble.
Without a second thought, the second-in-command lunged forward. With a sweep of his palm, dozens of unfathomably intricate palm shadows enveloped Li Yun.
"Heh—"
Li Yun seemed to have expected the strike. With a soft laugh, he vanished, slipped strangely along the ground, and appeared behind the second-in-command. He, too, struck with a palm, slapping him on the back.
The other three leaders roared, their eyes nearly splitting with rage.
"Bastard..."
All three attacked Li Yun at once.
But they were too late.
The second-in-command flew forward from Li Yun's slap.
Fortunately, Li Yun had held back. The blow sent the man flying but did not seriously injure him.
At the same time,
Li Yun's body twisted strangely once more.
He slipped neatly out of the three leaders' attacks and appeared in the hall, where he sat on the throne that belonged to the Blood Tiger Stronghold's chief and even crossed one leg over the other.
The four leaders were furious and alarmed. Never had they felt so humiliated.
"You bastard..."
"How dare you toy with us like this? We're not done with you!"
Now all four meant to kill him, and they charged into the hall.
Just then, a heavy, commanding shout rang out.
"Stop!!"
The four leaders halted at the sound.
They turned toward one side of the hall, delight spreading across their faces.
Li Yun looked over as