Of the thirty-odd people Dijia had brought, seventeen or eighteen were merely there to make up the numbers. Among all the cultivators on the isolated island, they were probably at the very bottom tier.
"Humph!" Dijia snorted coldly. "Li, since you dared accept my challenge today, you're courting death. I will make you repay the debt of my severed arm in blood!"
Li looked at him coldly. "Oh? Repay blood with blood? Are you talking about the blood debt from when you besieged me? Fine. Let me see what gives you the nerve to speak to me like that! Let me see what kind of resolve you have to challenge me again!" His voice suddenly rose. "Originally, I only intended to grind Aili's bones to dust! But since you insist on standing in my way, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
A trace of venom flashed through Dijia's eyes. "Humph. Let me see just how capable you really are!"
The crowd immediately burst into discussion. Only then did they learn that the grudge between Li and Dijia had begun when Dijia had led people to besiege Li, only to have one of his arms severed by Li.
By that account, Dijia was actually the one in the wrong. However, the people of Heaven had always been arrogant, believing themselves supreme under heaven and earth. Everyone felt that Dijia was being utterly unreasonable, though they also understood that this was simply how the people of Heaven had always behaved.
Li nodded and slowly said, "Since I promised you a bloody battle, I suppose you wouldn't want me running around everywhere, would you? It'd be fine if I ran around and fought guerrilla-style, but if you lot started running, that would be even more troublesome for me!"
Dijia was stunned upon