"You should count yourself lucky that you're weak."
Li Xian stood tall. Without sparing Hua Siyu another glance, he strode toward the edge of the platform.
It seemed...
He passed Yun Tiankuo.
The man ranked first on the Outer Sect Disciple Ranking lay on the ground, his body curled up, blood flowing ceaselessly from the corners of his mouth.
He struggled to open his eyes and looked at Li Xian's seemingly invincible figure. Defiance, pain, and regret welled up in his eyes...
But more than anything, there was fear.
Fear that rose from the depths of his heart and pierced his very marrow.
Li Xian lowered his eyes and glanced at the Outer Sect's number one.
"The same goes for you."
He leaped off the Sword-Dueling Platform.
Below, Xiang Yangsheng, Zhang Yue, Xun Dao, and the others watched Li Xian.
At that moment, although every one of them was an Inner Sect Xiantian who had spent more than a decade in the sect, although they all qualified as veterans and even had ties to the Nangong True Disciple, they behaved themselves without exception as Li Xian approached.
They followed him and swiftly left the scene.
Deathly silence.
Ever since Li Xian had stepped onto the platform and challenged Yun Tiankuo and Hua Siyu to fight him two against one, the entire crowd had remained quiet.
Once the battle ended...
The entire place fell into an even deeper, deathly silence.
It was simply...
The outcome of this battle had been far too unexpected.
And the process...
Had been far too brutal!
Every instant had battered everyone's understanding, every collision had shaken their entire worldview, leaving them utterly unable to recover from this upheaval that had turned heaven and earth upside down.
Only after Li Xian and his companions left did