In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

At the gate, Huang Wanrong, Xu Qinglan, Xie Xiran and a group of concubines, maids and servants were ready, holding weapons, facing the group of ferocious strangers outside the door.

Li Zimo stood at the front, looking at the situation outside with a firm gaze, his heart full of doubts.

"My name is Li Zimo. May I ask you all, we have never met before, why did you suddenly attack my mansion's defensive formation?"

Li Zimo's voice passed through the defensive formation and was clearly transmitted to the outside of the door.

A man with a face full of flesh walked out of the crowd and responded loudly:

"We are here to seek revenge!"

"Seeking revenge? I have no grudges against you all, so where is the hatred to be sought?"

Li Zimo frowned and asked in confusion.

"Of course we have no grudge against Master Li, but Yue Qiangwei and Wang Xiaofeng are our mortal enemies!"

The man said with gritted teeth.

"Yes! We have an irreconcilable feud with Yue Qiangwei!"

"Wang Xiaofeng and I are irreconcilable!"

"We swear to wipe out their entire family!"

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The people outside the door echoed and were very excited.

Li Zimo couldn't help but laugh when he heard this:

"I see. But I've already eliminated Yue Qiangwei and Wang Xiaofeng. So, you're coming to me now to seek revenge. Aren't you looking for the wrong target?"

The man widened his eyes and said angrily:

"It is precisely because they are dead that we cannot let you go! How dare you take their wives and concubines into your house? Isn't this clearly making an enemy of us?"

Li Zimo was stunned, then turned to look at the women beside him, only to see that they all lowered their heads in embarrassment, looking a little at a loss.

Yue Qinglian and Yue Qingyi were currently keeping their heads down and remaining silent, their faces filled with embarrassment and uneasiness.

Wang Yuechan widened her eyes, covered her mouth, and her face was full of disbelief.

She never imagined that her originally planned path of revenge would take such a dramatic turn.

Looking at Li Zimo's eyes, she felt mixed emotions, disappointment and relief.

Li Zimo took a deep breath, faced the crowd outside the door again, and said coldly:

“I took them in because they are innocent and should not bear the consequences of their husband’s family’s crimes.”

"Besides, your enemy is dead. You should go back and comfort the deceased and the widow instead of embarrassing these women here."

The crowd outside the door seemed to be touched by Li Zimo's words, but the anger did not subside immediately.

They looked at each other, as if discussing countermeasures.

Finally, the man spoke again:

"Mr. Li, we respect your position, but we have to avenge this grudge. Please don't interfere in this matter, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

Li Zimo's gaze moved among the women, and finally stopped at the strangers who were holding weapons and had resentful expressions on their faces.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he sneered:

"You're welcome? I want to see how you can be rude!"

"Humph, when Yue Qiangwei and Wang Xiaofeng were alive, you didn't dare to cause trouble for them. Now that I've killed them, you dare to cause trouble for me!"

"Do you think I'm easier to talk to?!"

"Or do you think the sword in my hand is not sharp enough?!"

Li Zimo's gaze was as cold as ice as he swept across the hesitant Avengers outside the door and said in a deep voice:

"I'll give you ten breaths. If anyone dares to block the door, I will show no mercy!"

After saying that, he opened the door and strode out, holding a long sword, tapping the ground with the tip of the sword, looking at everyone with cold eyes.

The Avengers outside the door were frightened by Li Zimo's sudden momentum and retreated one after another. No one dared to step forward easily.

"ten!"

Li Zimo's voice echoed in the silent air, and every countdown was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

"Nine...eight..."

As the countdown continued, some people began to waver. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear of the unknown and desire to survive.

When Li Zimo counted to "seven", there was a commotion in the crowd. Some people could no longer bear the oppressive atmosphere and turned around and ran, as if they would die if they were a step later.

"Six...five..."

The countdown continued, and more and more people fled.

By the time they counted to "three", the outside of the door was in a mess, with only a few people still standing there, their eyes filled with both unwillingness and helplessness.

"Two...one!"

Li Zimo's voice finally fell, and in front of him, only the man with a face full of flesh was left. He held the big knife tightly, and the fire of unyielding burned in his eyes.

"bring it on!"

The man roared, swung his knife and chopped, concentrating all his strength in this one strike.

However, facing Li Zimo's casual sword, his attack seemed so weak that the sword was easily cut off, and he was knocked several meters away and fell heavily to the ground, with blood gushing out of his chest.

"Why don't you leave?"

Li Zimo looked coldly at the man on the ground, with a tone that contained both doubt and a hint of sympathy.

The man struggled to get up, covering the wound on his chest, his eyes filled with hatred and determination:

"That beast Wang Xiaofeng exploited his power to abduct my sister, and ultimately raped her to death."

"When I found my sister's body in the mass grave outside the village, my heart died."

"My only purpose in living is to make Wang Xiaofeng pay for his blood debt with blood. I want his entire family to be buried with him!"

After the man finished speaking, he picked up the half-broken blade with difficulty and staggered towards Li Zimo.

Li Zimo looked at the man rushing towards him again, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well that this man had been blinded by hatred and had lost his mind.

But he also understood that as a warrior, he must stick to his principles and not allow this man to continue to act recklessly.

Then, Li Zimo gently swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword light was like a dragon, instantly cutting through the air.

The man seemed to be hit by an invisible force. He flew out again and fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, his eyes full of unwillingness and astonishment.

Li Zimo walked forward slowly, his eyes cold and deep:

"Don't let your family suffer any misfortune. This is the basic moral principle among warriors."

"No matter how much hatred you have, you should not involve these innocent wives and children."

"Although Wang Xiaofeng committed many evil deeds, he has received the punishment he deserved."

"If you really want revenge, you should go after those who are truly guilty instead of killing innocent people here."

As the man listened to Li Zimo's words, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

Li Zimo said no more, turned around and said to Han Jie, the leader of the Bishuiyun Guards who had already arrived:

"Commander Han, take this man down for treatment, and then help him deal with his sister's affairs."

Upon hearing this, Han Jie immediately bowed and replied respectfully:

"Don't worry, Master Li. I will handle this impartially."