"...." Li Chengyi didn't look at Zhao Yuan, nor did he glance at Zhao Chi, but rather narrowed his eyes slightly, the corner of his eye fleetingly scanning the eldest senior brother who stood alone not far away.
From the moment Zhao Yuan was seriously injured just now, he had felt a trace of murderous intent flash across the eldest senior brother.
But it was quickly locked down and suppressed by Qingmu Sword Sect's leading elder, Fuyunzi, and at the same time, several experts from the Yuheng Sect also locked onto him, evidently to prevent him from making any rash moves.
This extreme diversion of attention, coupled with how disgustingly that guy acted towards women, created the situation just now where his sword strike was unobstructed.
'There's a problem... On my eldest senior brother, there seems to be a faint scent of blood...' Li Chengyi's first sect was under the tutelage of the Tian Ju Pavilion of Midlane, where he was particularly sensitive to the scent of blood.
