Li Yun smiled faintly.
His expression turned serious.
"If that's how you're going to talk, then there's nothing I can do."
"You want answers? Draw your blade."
"But let me warn you: once that blade leaves its sheath in front of me, you'll have to leave your life behind before you can put it back."
"I don't enjoy killing, but I've never had the habit of letting an enemy go."
"And anyone who draws a blade against me is an enemy!"
"Not even the King of Heaven himself could change that."
"Hah—"
Zhuang Haiwen gave a cold laugh.
"You're just a bandit, yet you can't stop putting on airs, can you?"
"Fine. I'll cut you twice and see if you can keep it up."
The moment he finished speaking,
the saber in Zhuang Haiwen's arms sprang from its sheath.
Its ring echoed through the courtyard.
Without another word, it became a gleaming arc. Saber-light swept across the ground like a gale, throwing out dozens of fearsome afterimages that bore down on Li Yun's head.
The Sixteenth Layer of Body Tempering, midway through the process of Mortal Shedding Realm—he could be called half a step into the Innate realm.
And his saber art was the Wind-Splitting Saber Art, its intent brought to perfection.
One glance told Li Yun that Zhuang Haiwen was indeed formidable. He had nearly reached the limit of what a Houtian Realm Martial Artist could achieve on the Purple Moon Continent.
Among Houtian Realm Martial Artists, apart from Li Yun himself, few could probably claim to be decisively stronger than Zhuang Haiwen.
Even so,
Li Yun remained seated. He did not even move to draw his saber.
He merely shifted his foot and gave the ground a slight, imperceptible jolt. An invisible ripple traveled silently through the earth