Yun Che Qianren stood in midair, the Buddha Light spread through every corner utterly unable to approach his body.
At his side, Yu Bing and Xu Yan stood gracefully, their eyes brimming with delight.
Opposite them stood a monk with long brows and a long beard, his face dark and gloomy. A swath of Buddha Light enveloped a young monk.
The young monk's face was tinged blue-black, his whole body trembling as though he were freezing, crimson blood still staining the corner of his mouth.
The words just now had come from the long-browed, long-bearded monk, while the young monk wrapped in his Buddha Light was the Lingshan Imperial Seed.
It was not hard to see from this scene that the Lingshan Imperial Seed had been beaten badly. The one responsible needed no explanation—it was Yu Bing.
"Oh?"
"Then... what does Lingshan mean by this? Could it be that you intend to go to war with my Myriad Rivers Immortal Domain?"
Yun Che Qianren spoke slowly, his indifferent gaze carrying immense pressure.
The long-browed, long-bearded monk's breathing stalled, and his expression darkened further.
He dearly wanted to say, Then let there be war, but Ji Kong's lesson was right before him. The words lodged in his throat, unable to emerge for a long while.
"Extreme Ice... Supreme, though you have entered the Half-Step Supreme realm, my Lingshan does not lack beings at that level..."
The moment the words left his mouth, their tone had already completely changed.
Unfortunately, he was interrupted before he could finish.
"So what? Why not send word now and have him return from beyond the domain? Let us settle it beneath our hands and see who truly has the substance?"
Cold light flickered in Yun Che Qianren's eyes. The long-browed, long-bearded monk even saw expectation and