Li Yun walked slowly toward Han Juefeng.
One step.
Boom.
The Slaughter Sword Intent pressed down, and Han Juefeng's breathing caught in his throat.
Another step, and the crimson killing pressure grew heavier still. Han Juefeng instinctively tried to shuffle backward, only to realize he was already lying inside the crater, and for the first time real fear showed in his eyes. Li Yun had not lifted a hand against him, yet he felt as though countless swords were already pressed to his throat.
"How…" His voice shook. "How can the gap be this wide?"
Li Yun stopped in front of him and looked down calmly.
"You borrowed treasures from several top-fifty geniuses. You borrowed Lei Xuankong's strongest spiritual artifact. You built a plan you thought left me no way out."
Han Juefeng clenched his fists.
Li Yun's expression did not change.
"But all of you made the same mistake." He raised his sword slightly. "You planned around the strength you believed I had."
