When he saw so many people draw their blades and point them at Li Yun, Little Fist God He Yiming sprang to his feet as well.
Li Yingchun and Mu Dong, who were seated at the same table, also rose, glaring at the men in black with hostile expressions.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Is this any way to invite someone? Don't forget, this is the Imperial City!"
Little Fist God He Yiming shouted angrily.
The leader swept a disdainful glance over He Yiming and said mockingly, "Little Fist God He Yiming of Nanchi Prefecture, right? This isn't a place for you to speak!"
"You'd better sit down yourself. Otherwise, if you bring disaster upon yourself, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the consequences!"
"You..."
Little Fist God He Yiming flew into a rage.
Though he had matured considerably after suffering that defeat and setback, that pride buried deep in his heart had not vanished.
"If you've got the guts, then make a move!"
"Let's see whether I, He Yiming, fear your threats!"
"Fine, you brought this on yourself... Men, seize this Little Fist God He Yiming first and send him straight to the Imperial City prison!"
The leading man was arrogant to the extreme, actually ordering his men to attack outright.
He acted as though the rules of the Imperial City meant nothing to him.
But he had forgotten something.
Li Yun was here too.
"Hmph!"
Just as the men in black were about to attack Little Fist God He Yiming, Li Yun suddenly let out a cold snort through his nose.
That snort rang out like spring thunder.
On the spot, the men in black clutched their ears and howled miserably. Scarlet blood could clearly be seen streaming from their eyes, nostrils, and ears.
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