"Master Yun hasn't lost, and neither have we. Why can't we fight? Since everyone knows this old man isn't strong enough—even weaker than the injured Master Yun—then why not let this old man fight this battle? How about this? If you let this old man fight, then life and death will be disregarded. Even if this old man dies, so be it. Falling Sword Immortal Sect will still count as having lost. How does that sound?" I continued provoking them.
"You old man, even if you die, it'll be a pointless death. You're not even a disciple of Falling Sword Immortal Sect, are you? Where did you come from? Will Master Yun acknowledge you? Will Falling Sword Immortal Sect acknowledge you?" The people on the other side were so angry they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
At this point, voices of doubt inevitably rose from all around. There were plenty of doubters on the opposite side, but even among the Falling Sword Immortal Sect beside me, many voices questioned me. Even Yan Zhen was filled with surprise and helplessness toward me.
"I, Yun, acknowledge him! This battle... Since all of you outsiders are deciding the life and death of us... Falling Sword Immortal Sect, what's so... strange about letting an outsider immortal... make the decision? Let him fight..."
Just when everyone was completely pessimistic about my chances, Yun Luojian's voice suddenly came up from the cliff below!
This time, all the immortals were shocked, their faces filled with astonishment. Letting an outsider decide the life and death of the sect was simply too outrageous. The disciples were the first to refuse!
"Master! Letting a Primal Chaos Beginning Realm cultivator who was just fished out of the Black Pool fight this battle? Let this disciple do it instead! I'm