"Are you awake now?"
Li Yang asked coldly.
Half of Xing Jun's face had swollen up.
The other sword cultivators tacitly stayed silent at the sight.
"I only wanted to prove myself. Even if I'm not as good as you, I still have my own pride!"
Xing Jun's tone softened, but he remained stubborn.
Li Yang had met Xing Jun before.
It had been during his certification as a Sword Envoy of the Sword Alliance. This fellow had stood out in the final trial of protecting the peace. Though somewhat bullheaded, he had a ruthless streak that feared no death.
He had also been quite interested in the Sword Casket school, which made him particularly memorable.
"Why didn't you join the sword formation? With your strength, you could have kept it going longer. If you spared no expense, you could even have escaped with the other fellow cultivators," Li Yang demanded.
Xing Jun gritted his teeth. "I'm not skilled in Vertical Sword. My path is that of one man holding off ten thousand enemies!"
Smack!
Xing Jun took another slap to the face, heavier than the last.
Li Yang laid the bodies of the fellow sword cultivators who had been shaken to death inside the sword formation before Xing Jun.
Their bodies were covered in cracks, blood still streaming from their seven orifices. Their eyes were wide open, still filled with fury and killing intent toward their enemies.
"I don't blame you for their deaths, but you should already feel ashamed of your recklessness and your need to show off!" Li Yang's voice was icy. "Even if you kill a powerful enemy, you can't bring your fellow disciples back to life. One man holding off ten thousand enemies? You could barely handle one, yet here you are, spouting grandiose nonsense