If one couldn't even sense the speed of the opponent's sword, it was proof that their cultivation was far superior.
This was common knowledge in the cultivation world.
The young master from Duantian Pavilion naturally understood this.
He instinctively wanted to dodge, but Lu Wuming's sword remained pressed against his neck.
The coldness in his eyes intensified, Lu Wuming's patience was wearing thin. He repeated, "I said, come out of the city with me now, and choose a burial ground for yourselves."
"I, I..."
The young master of Duantian Pavilion trembled all over, terrified.
He had completely lost his earlier pride and confidence, his body constantly shaking, unable to utter a complete sentence.
The people beside him were also startled.
They realized they had underestimated Liu Buli's young disciple.
And if the disciple could be this strong, wouldn't the master be even more unfathomably powerful?
Facing these two, they had no chance of winning.
This thought didn't need to be spoken; everyone understood it instantly.
The person standing next to the young master was observant. The moment he realized this, his legs immediately went weak, and he knelt on the ground, begging Liu Buli, "Daoist Liu, please be merciful! Please persuade your disciple not to do this! I swear, we didn't mean it just now! We just wanted to have a drink with you while getting along! I promise we had no other intentions, and our young master thinks the same!"
Reminded by him, the young master also nodded vigorously.
He kept swearing oaths, saying he had no intention of disrespecting Liu Buli. His attitude was incredibly sincere, completely different from before.
Liu Buli pouted and poured himself a cup of tea.
The young master thought his plea had worked and was about to say something else when he found himself being grabbed by the collar and lifted. Then, with a dizzying spin, he vanished from his spot.
Lu Wuming had disappeared with him.
The remaining few attendants looked extremely grim when they realized their young master was gone.
Liu Buli calmly pointed in the direction outside the city and said, "In the woods outside the city. If you go now, they should still be alive. However, my disciple has a bad temper and isn't as easy to talk to as I am. So if you're late..."
Before he could finish, those people had already disappeared.
Liu Buli shook his head, took a sip of the tea he had just poured, and sighed softly.
Actually, as far as he was concerned, he didn't want to cause trouble. Even if someone provoked him, he just wanted to use his strength to show them the difference between them. Then, like just now, they would beg for mercy, and the matter would be over.
After all, Duantian Pavilion was not a small sect, and causing trouble with them would be detrimental to both him and the Pill Sect.
However, he could also see that from the moment those people had made disrespectful remarks towards him, Lu Wuming had already condemned them to death in his heart.
Lu Wuming was different from him; he wouldn't give them a chance.
It was like a lion guarding its beloved; if jackals approached, it would be a fight to the death.
Even if he persuaded him now, Lu Wuming would still hold a grudge and find an opportunity to eliminate those people.
Rather than letting his Wuming worry about it, it was better to just go along with the situation now.
As for what would happen afterward?
They would consider it later; there was nothing to fear from them.
Liu Buli thought to himself, and finally, the corners of his lips curled into a somewhat helpless smile.
He was indeed spoiling Lu Wuming a little too much.
But he was his disciple, his crush, and now his Dao companion. If he didn't spoil him, who would?
And in contrast to his calmness, Lu Wuming, after taking the young master to the woods outside the city, frowned with annoyance.
Glancing at the man who had already been scared into a heap, Lu Wuming said coldly, "While your group of trash arrives, for every breath you take, I will chop off one of your fingers."
The young master immediately held his breath.
Lu Wuming was very pleased.
Not long after, those disciples from Duantian Pavilion also rushed over.
Lu Wuming glanced at them and then calmly began to take off his clothes.
His action confused them, and they immediately became defensive, "You, what are you doing!?"
Lu Wuming rolled his eyes, "I'm not interested in you; I just want you to die. But my master likes things clean, and if there's blood on my clothes, he definitely won't let me wear them."
He paused at this point.
He put the red jacket into his Qiankun bag and changed into another outer garment. After tidying himself up, he smiled and continued, "That outfit is the wedding attire for my master and me. I said I'd wear it all day today, so it can't get dirty like this. I still want to wear it tonight when master helps me take it off. Please be considerate. Now that I'm ready, you can go die."