As the surrounding martial artists had said, this White-Robed Woman had been proud and unwilling to lose to anyone since childhood. Naturally, seeing Lin Ye defeat two martial artists from the Frostfire Tribe with two punches had left her somewhat displeased.
"Pan Tang, go spar with him!" The White-Robed Woman's expression turned solemn. After she shouted, a black-clad man leaped out from the crowd, his face icy and his eyes filled with killing intent.
The White-Robed Woman chuckled. "You'd better be careful. This Pan Tang is a famous sword cultivator within the Frostfire Tribe. The martial artists who have died by his hand are countless!"
Lin Bai smiled helplessly and said, "Lin Ye, go!"
Lin Ye grinned and walked over, arriving before Pan Tang.
Pan Tang's expression was cold and severe. Without saying a word, he drew a sharp sword from his Storage Bag and charged at Lin Ye. The moment he attacked, Lin Bai could immediately tell that Pan Tang's strength was indeed far greater than Song Zixuan's.
But Lin Ye was no weakling either.
Although Pan Tang's swordplay was formidable, Lin Ye could still deal with it.
Lin Ye rushed forward at full speed, twisted sideways to evade Pan Tang's sword edge, spread his five fingers, and reached for Pan Tang's wrist.
When the White-Robed Woman saw this, she could not help calling out, "Don't let him get close and grab you. Keep your distance."
With the White-Robed Woman's guidance, Pan Tang immediately used his movement technique to retreat. He withdrew a hundred meters, then slashed with his sword, sending several streams of Sword Qi roaring toward Lin Ye and forcing him back step by step.
Hearing the White-Robed Woman instruct Pan Tang, Lin Bai immediately furrowed his brow and looked at her unhappily.
Lin Ye was struck