There were quite a few people in the courtyard.
They sat on the ground resentfully, clutching their heads.
As Taiyi cultivators, they were immensely powerful. Making such beings fall unconscious was, in fact, even more difficult than killing them.
One had to strike with extreme precision, demanding immense control over one's power, accurately and flawlessly shattering every last bit of the opponent's defenses.
Thus, even though those who had been knocked out had been awake for quite some time, they still felt as if their brains were sloshing about. Their skullcaps had caved in a considerable distance, with no sign of springing back.
The eight of them did not look at the person who had beaten them. Instead, they glared at the person who had called them over, filled with boundless indignation.
After all, the process had been agonizing. It was like riding a roller coaster—plunging abruptly into the abyss, only to be hurled into the sky the next instant.
As disciples of the Interception Sect, compromise was naturally not in their nature.
Of the eight, seven directly ignited their life essence, intending to fight Li Su to the death.
The remaining one did not hesitate to circulate his power and attack the ground beneath him, intending to make some noise.
As a result, the lot of them joyfully received Li Su's second touch, until brain matter flowed from their noses.
Of course, resentful as they were, none of them voiced any complaints.
Knowing Li Su's identity was one thing. Learning that there was a traitor among them was the piece of news that everyone present found utterly unacceptable—and infuriating beyond measure.
They had sensed something before, but when they thought of the senior and junior brothers who had worked beside them for thousands of years, they were unwilling to