Lito's Anger

After saying this, Li Ke drew his blade and looked toward the Noxian phalanx.

Then, a scene that filled him with envy unfolded.

A magnificent longsword danced in mid-air. No one was holding it, yet it whirled frantically through the crowd of Noxians as if guided by an invisible hand.

"Flying sword..."

Such swordsmanship had no flaws; without the constraints of a wielder, many sword techniques no longer needed to worry about the user's safety.

In other words, the sword could attack, attack, and attack again.

Furthermore, when a human wields a blade, the center of gravity and the force-exertion points are limited, and the range of attack is restricted to the reach of the arm, but such a flying sword had no such limitations.

In Li Ke's eyes, the magnificent blade only danced back and forth a few times before the phalanx that would have cost him a heavy price to break was utterly dismantled.

Those Noxians fell almost simultaneously. Li Ke could barely track the sword's afterimage before the magnificent weapon finished everything and slowly returned to the side of the white-haired old man.

"Hmph, getting injured against such small fry? Yasuo, where is your Gale Technique? Or did Souma fail to teach you? Was that all just a rumor?"

Lito looked at Li Ke with suspicion. If the boy had used the Wind Technique, these soldiers would have been no match at all; a single gale would have been enough to send them to their graves.

"Well, while I thank you for your help, you shouldn't insult me. I'm not Yasuo. My name is Li Ke, and I am..."

Li Ke offered a smile; after all, this was his future father-in-law, so he had to be polite.

"I know you aren't Yasuo, and I know you don't know the Wind Technique."

Lito nodded, his expression grave, but the moment Li Ke felt confused, Lito flashed an arrogant grin.

"I was just insulting you."

He paused, his smile growing even more arrogant.

"And mocking you for being unable to learn the Wind Technique."

You...

Li Ke desperately wanted to draw his sword and trade blows with the man, but remembering that this was his future father-in-law—and that he couldn't beat him anyway—he could only feel sullen and indignant.

He forced a smile that was awkward but polite.

It seemed Lito had undoubtedly inherited a murderous intent toward him.

Li Ke was certain of this now.

"If I hadn't known you were a disciple of the Wind Technique, or if I had discovered you were Yasuo, I would have beaten you half to death. Given the capabilities of the Wind Technique, needing to kidnap my daughter to force me to act against such small fry... beating you half to death is only because I have some history with Souma and am merely disciplining his disciple."

Lito sneered. If Li Ke hadn't been a disciple of the Wind Technique and acting with the intent to save lives, he would have killed him on the spot.

Li Ke knew his methods were underhanded, but being able to save these people made it worth it.

"My apologies, Senior. It's just that I didn't know how to convince you at the time."

Lito understood this as well. If Li Ke had suddenly popped up claiming Noxians were slaughtering a village nearby, he would have assumed Li Ke was out of his mind.

This was a major reason why Lito hadn't attacked him.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he never would have imagined the Noxians could be so deranged.

So, he said nothing, merely walking past Li Ke to help up the mother and child who were still trembling in shock.

"That is why I only called you Yasuo... Should the disciple of Balance Order not be helping as well? Forcing Kusho's son to break his vows—aren't you afraid Kusho will kill you?"

As soon as the words left his lips, Shen emerged from the house, steel blade in hand. His eyes were bloodshot, and the steel in his grip was still dripping with blood.

Clearly, he had broken his vows.

"He only killed some demons; how does that count as breaking his vows? Besides, if one does not violate the precepts, how can one truly understand why such precepts exist?"

Li Ke didn't mind that Kusho had let Shen follow him. Kusho likely had this in mind when he let Shen out for training; otherwise, he wouldn't have used such a flimsy excuse to send his son away.

"Silver-tongued brat!"

The more Lito looked at Li Ke, the more annoyed he became, even though their goals were the same and he admired Li Ke's decisiveness.

But the moment he thought of his daughter, Lito became incredibly irritated. He felt a strange, inexplicable urge to pin Li Ke to the ground, beat him to a pulp, dismember him, boil him in a pot, crush his bones, and feed the remains to the dogs.

And after feeding the dogs, he would kill the dogs and scatter their ashes.

It was as if Li Ke had already made a move on his daughter and gotten her pregnant.

At this thought, Lito couldn't help but scoff at himself.

How could that be possible?

With him, Lito, watching, could a piece of trash like Li Ke really ruin his daughter?

Hahahaha!

In his dreams!

Absolutely impossible!

Yet, just as he thought this, Irelia emerged from the house with several children.

"Li Ke! These Noxians are so terrifying! They are so cruel!"

Seeing the corpses littering the ground, she shuddered instinctively. In her life, she had never seen such a horrific scene. Facing so many Noxian soldiers, she instinctively ran to Li Ke's side and clutched his arm.

Despite her shyness, she felt that as long as she was by Li Ke's side, she could remain calm no matter how terrifying these corpses were.

However, looking at the bodies strewn across the ground, she still couldn't help but shiver; she had never encountered anything like this in her life before.

"It's alright, it's over now."

Li Ke offered a word of comfort. Truth be told, if he didn't need the status of Lito and Irelia, he wouldn't have brought Irelia along at all; letting her remain a simple dancer would have been a perfectly fine life for her.

At the very least, that was what the girl herself thought. Forcing her to follow her original destiny to become a "hero" was, in reality, an act of irresponsibility toward a girl like her.

But just as he finished comforting her, he heard a crisp clatter.

Turning his head, he saw the sword in Lito's hand had fallen to the ground, his expression somewhat dazed.

Feeling the warmth of Li Ke's arm against her chest, Irelia's mind calmed down, and the sound of the falling sword drew her attention to her father.

"Father?! Why are you here?"

Irelia asked instinctively, which caused Lito's dazed face to turn completely black—Li Ke almost suspected he had some hidden African ancestry.

"Why shouldn't I be here! Didn't I tell you! Don't make friends with shady characters when you go out!"

Lito flicked his robes fiercely, putting on an angry front. Irelia hurriedly let go of Li Ke's arm, ran to Lito's side, picked up his sword, and stood beside him.

However, something that made Lito's face even darker occurred.

From an angle she thought Lito couldn't see, Irelia flashed an apologetic smile at Li Ke.

As Lito stared at the axe on the ground, a demonic whisper emerged in his heart.

Just use this...

And chop that brat's head off.