Although he had dealt the righteous path a heavy blow, Li Su was not particularly happy.
Happy?
How could he be?
Though it had been somewhat unexpected, there was no doubt that he had truly come within a hair's breadth of death—just a little more!
Don't be fooled by how he had later slaughtered his way through the righteous path alone, killing as he pleased right in front of their prodigies.
In truth, no one understood better than Li Su just how perilous his condition had been at the time.
In fact, he had not gone there for revenge, even if he had dearly wanted to. His heart was not that big to begin with; having nearly been killed, he naturally would not simply swallow it.
The reason he had charged straight at them was that he had no other choice. He had truly been driven into a dead end.
That was why he had charged into an army all by himself.
It could be said that even when he finally withdrew, he had still been in immense danger, like a man walking a tightrope suspended ten thousand fathoms in the sky.
If the other side had thrown caution to the winds, if those four had unleashed their magical treasures and attacked him without caring whether the righteous path disciples lived or died—
Then the outcome would likely still have been hard to say.
Thus, given Li Su's usual temperament, he would never have done something so outrageous under normal circumstances.
At the very least, he would not have allowed himself to be injured like this.
Though he would have been angry, he would have treated it more as a bloody lesson, using it to remind himself that he had not yet earned the right to be careless or proud.