Mo Yuchen sneered. "It's true that we have no personal grudge, but your cultivation is the lowest of the five people standing here."
His gaze turned contemptuous. "Li Yun, I know you beat Han Juefeng, but don't let that go to your head. Every one of us is stronger than Han Juefeng, and there are four of us. You don't stand a chance."
"Exactly," Duan Tieshan said, resting the emerald war lance across his shoulder. "I'll admit your talent is terrifying, and nobody can deny that. But talent only shows what you might become in the future."
Killing intent slowly filled his eyes. "Right now, you're still only at the 6th level of Heavenly Core Realm, so this Frostmane Lion has nothing to do with you. If you know what's good for you, leave right now, and you might still walk away unharmed. But if the four of us attack together," he added with a cold smile, "you might not leave this place alive."
