Li Pengcheng clenched his fists subconsciously. Aside from a few days, he had almost forgotten about Li Yan, yet this guy had suddenly appeared like a ghost. What surprised him the most was that Li Yan's arms had actually been reattached.
The Li Yan with his limbs reattached seemed even more dangerous; his gaze was as cold and bloodthirsty as that of a viper, making Li Pengcheng's muscles tense up in an instant.
"Don't be nervous; I won't lay a finger on you," Li Yan said with a contemptuous smile, seemingly noticing Li Pengcheng's tension. "Tell Li Xiaoyao, tomorrow at the clan competition, I will personally kill him."
"What are you doing, Li Yan?" Li Qinglong approached rapidly from one side, frowning and questioning him, while he also noticed the huge change in Li Yan.
In a mere six days, Li Yan's cultivation level seemed to have advanced, and what shocked Li Qinglong the most was the sense of oppression he felt coming from Li Yan.
