"If not for that one incident, Sun Yao Ren would definitely have been a Qi Cultivation Expert."
Li Yi also turned around to look at the newcomer.
The latter bore no hostility, only a resolute intention to die.
After all, his recent demand had explicitly called for the head of this man; now, as he rushed over on horseback, it wasn't to fight but to offer his head.
Master Sun quickly reined in his horse and dismounted, then untied a sack from the horse's back and calmly threw it towards the crowd.
As the sack hit the ground, nine bloody heads rolled out—all Blood Refining Warriors of the Sun Family, each with eyes wide in rage, dying with evident resentment.
"You wanted ten heads; I've brought them. May I ask Li Yi, the eldest senior brother of Zhao's Martial Arts Hall, will you keep your word?" Master Sun asked loudly.
He needed Li Yi to answer in front of the crowd.