He had naturally heard the conversations among these people and had more or less guessed the cause and course of events.
Another struggle for power.
Having been born in the imperial dynasty, what he least wished to see was war raging everywhere and the people left without means to live.
This matter had originally had nothing to do with him, but for some unknown reason, he had once guarded Green Mountain Pass.
And with Cui Feng involved as well, he wanted to bring this matter to an end as soon as possible.
Looking at Li Yan's indifferent face beneath the moonlight, and the aura utterly at odds with him, everyone felt a chill creep into their hearts.
"Hmph, what a grand tone you have!"
The man in the red cloak shouted sharply. Though the other party's bizarre methods had left him uneasy, he was still one of the foremost peerless masters beneath heaven.
He had plotted for so long and fought his way to this point.
How could he possibly be willing to retreat at a word?
Before his voice had faded, he stomped fiercely on the rooftop. With a boom, glazed tiles scattered in every direction, and his entire body shot into the air.
Beneath the light of the full moon behind him, he resembled an enormous bat.
A scorching gale suddenly rose around him, and with a single drift, he arrived before Li Yan.
The golden pestle in his hand smashed fiercely toward Li Yan's throat, carrying overwhelming force.
The golden pestle rapidly enlarged in Li Yan's eyes, yet he remained motionless. Cui Yuanyi at his side could not help crying out.
"Careful!"
Although Cui Feng had faith in Li Yan's martial arts, the Southern King's skills, judging from their recent exchange, ranked among the very best of