Sun Xiaochuan threw down his threat and immediately prepared to leave, planning to take his time dealing with the Li Clan in the future.
But Zhao Li's innocent words enraged him. Malice rose from his courage, and he immediately wanted to cripple Zhao Li and turn him into the beggar he had spoken of.
"Kneel!"
The moment his words fell, he was suppressed by a wave of Soul Power from an unknown source and dropped to his knees to beg for mercy.
Seeing how practiced Sun Xiaochuan looked as he knelt, Zhao Li glanced sideways slightly and cried out in his heart, Holy shit.
"Good grief. Don't tell me you practiced that in advance?"
Sun Changqing naturally heard Zhao Li's words too. Anger rose in his heart as well, and seeing his master curse furiously, he looked at Zhao Li at his leisure.
But before he saw Zhao Li kneel, his master knelt first. Panic struck his heart. He looked around, not knowing what had happened, his eyes blank, and stepped forward to pull Sun Xiaochuan up.
"Master, what's wrong? Clan Head Li, impressive skill. You actually ambushed my master?"
Seeing his disciple act like this, Sun Xiaochuan wanted to die. Terrified that he would anger that mysterious expert and get slapped to death with a casual strike, he cursed inwardly.
Damn retard. How did you not inherit even a little of my sharpness?
After a long while, Sun Xiaochuan still heard no movement. His head had already been splitting with pain, swollen and unbearable, and now sweat poured down him like rain, terrified that one careless move would get him slapped to death by the mysterious expert.
He quietly lifted his head and took a look, but discovered nothing. Some guesses formed in his mind. Most likely, it was