Since they were using his Zhou Family's people as whetstones,
they would have to pay in blood.
Killing intent surged in the eyes of the Zhou Family's Second Elder.
He roared,
"Don't hold anything back! Kill this little bastard first, whatever it takes!"
With that,
blood-red light blazed between the Second Elder's palms as he struck at Li Zaiyuan again.
The other three did not hesitate.
Each unleashed his strongest killing move.
They attacked Li Zaiyuan from three different directions.
Li Zaiyuan's heart tightened.
He used his movement technique again.
His entire body became extraordinarily nimble, light as a swallow. First, he dodged the palm strike from the Zhou Family's Second Elder, then narrowly evaded the other three attacks in succession, successfully breaking out of their encirclement.
But he did not seize the chance to flee.
Instead, the fighting spirit in his eyes burned ever fiercer.
Surrounded by the four attackers, he truly felt the pressure.
But this
was precisely what he wanted.
He drew a deep breath.
Slowly, he drew the saber strapped to his back.
It was not ornate. In fact, it was utterly unremarkable.
This was the most ordinary standard-issue weapon in the Li Family.
Given Li Zaiyuan's standing,
it was not as though he lacked fine weapons.
But this was a lineage trial.
For the sake of fairness,
all outside assistance was strictly forbidden.
Otherwise,
there would be no point in holding the tournament.
They might as well simply compare whose backing was greater and whose elders had given them more trump cards.
Li Zaiyuan tightened his grip on the saber.
His entire bearing instantly became like that unsheathed steel saber, its keen edge laid bare.
Li Zaiyuan moved.
He stamped down, shattering the green bricks beneath his foot, and charged straight at the Zhou Family's