As soon as Bu Luo finished speaking, Li Yan suddenly rose to his feet and said at the same time,
"You don't have the strength to hit anyone now!"
With that, Li Yan turned and walked toward the old man and the yellow-haired youth.
The two by the stone door watched in terror as Li Yan's figure gradually emerged from the darkness. The old man cried out urgently,
"Y-you wouldn't dare kill someone, would you?"
Though his voice was stern, he was fierce in appearance but weak at heart. His body kept backing away, while the yellow-haired youth clutched his head with both hands and squatted straight down.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me! This lowly one was blind as a dog..."
Li Yan suddenly accelerated. In a flash, he was before the old man, raising his palm and chopping it down. Sensing the vicious wind, the old man tried to raise an arm to block it.
Bang!
He felt as though his arm had collided with a bar of ten-thousand-year refined steel, on the verge of snapping as unbearable pain surged through it.
One of his arms rebounded violently and smashed into his own neck. Before his scream could even leave his throat, he had already collapsed unconscious.
Li Yan swiftly lifted a foot and kicked the yellow-haired youth, who was begging for mercy with his head in his hands, hard in the back of the neck. His pleas abruptly ceased as well.
Only then did Li Yan return to Bu Luo's side. Seeing the two men lying on the ground like dead dogs, their faces covered in blood, Bu Luo immediately asked with some concern,
"They... they aren't dead, are they?"
Li Yan sat down cross-legged again.
"We've been here for several days now. You know the rules