The few men had not noticed how someone had suddenly appeared beside them. He looked as though he had come down from the nearby hill.
Seeing that he was young,
they paid him no mind.
The Martial Artist holding the Blade-Wielding Youth did not even loosen his grip. He burst into raucous laughter. "So you're the unlucky bastard, huh? What, you think you can beat me to death? Can you even do it... Come on, if you've got the guts, make your move now."
The other two Mortal Transformation Realm Martial Artists also laughed.
They walked toward Li Yun.
One to the left and one to the right, they clearly looked ready to pincer Li Yun at any moment.
"You look awfully angry. Don't tell me your name is Li Yun too?"
"If that's really the case, then you'll have to come back with us and answer for your crimes as well."
"Answer for my crimes?"
"Answer for your motherfucking crimes!"
Li Yun had not truly intended to kill anyone. They were merely Mortal Transformation Realm Martial Artists; he could not even be bothered to make a move against ants like them. Taking the initiative to lift even a finger would have been beneath him.
But he had not expected these fellows to grow more and more arrogant with every word.
They simply did not take him seriously.
His temper flared at once.
He raised a hand and slapped out directly.
Smack! Smack!
The two Mortal Transformation Realm Martial Artists before him were sent flying sideways. They crashed down dozens of meters away and rolled down the slope beyond.
"Ah..."
The Martial Artist holding the Blade-Wielding Youth was instantly dumbstruck. The arrogance on his face turned directly into profound terror.
He clearly realized that he had kicked an iron plate.