No one had expected such a sudden turn.
Still less had they expected Li Yun to attack Xue You outright. Their faces changed at once.
Wang Chaoshan felt especially humiliated. Furious, he was about to rush over and give Xue You another brutal lesson.
But Xue You had already scrambled up from the ground, beside himself with rage.
"You pretty boy... You fucking dare sneak-attack me? Fuck your mother..."
"Today, I'm going to—pfft!"
Xue You was cursing at the top of his lungs, but before he could finish, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood that sprayed more than four or five meters.
Clutching his chest, his face twisted in agony, he collapsed again.
He could no longer speak.
He was done cursing for good.
He could barely draw as much breath as he let out.
Li Yun gave him a cold glance. "Trash like you can't even grasp the simplest situation. Keeping you alive is a waste of food. You might as well die sooner."
With that, he walked toward the fifty bandit disciples without looking back.
By then, they were all stunned.
They still had no idea who Li Yun was or what his status might be. But he had nearly kicked Xue You to death right in front of the five bandit chiefs. That alone was enough to leave them reeling.
"From now on, I'll teach you to cultivate."
"Keep your eyes wide open and see what the Wind-Splitting Saber Art truly is..."
Li Yun tossed out the words calmly.
Zhang Daquan flashed from its sheath at his waist, tracing a gleaming arc. In the sunlight, it looked like a ribbon of light settling into Li Yun's hand.
Holding the saber in one hand, Li Yun slowly extended it toward the sky.
In that instant, his