Li Su's act of grabbing someone by the neck and slapping them was undoubtedly brutal.
Many people were furious, rage boiling in their hearts. It was not because they were particularly arrogant, but because they had grown accustomed to this way of doing things. The Azure Luan Sect disciples had also lost their confidence after their ancestor was injured. As one side rose and the other fell, their swagger only grew.
It was like a lion that had always ignored a mouse, showing no reaction even when it danced on the lion's head. But one day, the lion suddenly moved and gave the mouse a slap—what would the mouse's reaction be?
Li Su's actions felt much the same to this group of people.
Fortunately, their minds had just been crushed beneath Li Su's will and had yet to recover. The fear in their eyes had not faded, leaving them truly unable to act like the fellow Li Su had knocked flat.
After all, being unreasonable required strength.
Not daring to make a move did not mean they did nothing.
Some quick-witted ones used the crowd as cover and ran straight down to the lower levels to call for help.
Watching this, the leader of the Azure Luan Sect group on this floor changed expression. When Li Su erupted, he had undoubtedly felt gratified inside. But after coming back to his senses—especially when he saw disciples heading down to call for people—he immediately realized things were bad.
Once the people below received the news, they would come right up. Li Su might be strong, but there were plenty of strong people on Island Mountain.
At the very bottom level, there were even superlative Foundation Establishment cultivators capable of fighting Golden Core cultivators—true sect prodigies, monstrous talents.
Though he knew things had