Lian Ying's face was filled with horror, flushing red one moment and turning white the next. He stared blankly at Li Xiaoya and kept backing away until his back struck the mountain wall. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees with a thud and pleaded in utter terror, "Fellow Daoist! Fellow Daoist! We were only following orders! Please spare me this once! I have parents and brothers at home! Spare me this once! We promise never to bother you again!" As he spoke, he crawled toward Li Xiaoya on his knees.
"...!" Li Xiaoya froze at his words and stopped walking, a flicker of hesitation crossing his eyes. The other cultivators were also stunned by this sudden turn and stopped fighting.
"Die!" In the very instant Li Xiaoya hesitated, Lian Ying suddenly sprang up. With a flick of his hand, he sent a small red bead shooting toward Li Xiaoya.
Li Xiaoya hurriedly darted aside, but the bead changed direction and shot after him with a sudden burst of speed.
"Damn!" Li Xiaoya's expression changed as the red bead erupted with dazzling light...
Boom! A deafening explosion rang out. The tremendous shock wave blasted Lian Ying, who stood closest, off his feet, while the others hurriedly deployed defensive Dharma Artifacts to withstand the gale.
Thud! Lian Ying slammed into the mountain wall and fell to the ground, then threw his head back and laughed. "Hahahaha! You deserved it! Did you really think you could withstand a Thunderclap Seed? Hahahaha!"
Whoosh! Suddenly, a figure shot out of the smoke from the explosion and charged straight up to Lian Ying, glaring furiously at him. It was Li Xiaoya.
"You!" Lian Ying's expression changed drastically. He was about to say something when he suddenly found himself unable to speak. The longsword in Li Xiaoya's