Immortal Ambush

Outside Ghost City, two Immortals floated in the void.

Facing Miao Xia's questioning, Tan GuangShou explained calmly, "I didn't make a move. Qiu SiPing did. It has nothing to do with me."

Unless driven to the last extremity, Immortals would not attack ordinary disciples. If Immortals attacked ordinary disciples, the two factions would slaughter each other until only bare-bones Immortals remained.

Such a war held no meaning.

Miao Xia looked at Qiu SiPing and called out gravely, "As an Immortal, aren't you ashamed to attack a low-level Cultivator?"

"Ashamed? Everything I had is gone. What do I have to fear from shame? You idiots from the Feather Emperor Immortal Sect actually chose to make an enemy of an Immortal like me over a mere Jiang Ping An. You brought this death upon yourselves!"

Qiu SiPing glared hatefully at Jiang Ping An. It was all because of this bastard that everything he had had been destroyed.

"Miao Xia, hand over Jiang Ping An, and I'll let Yu Bei go. Compared to him, Yu Bei has a better chance of becoming an Immortal and is more important to your Feather Emperor Immortal Sect. If you refuse the exchange, Yu Bei will certainly die!"

Qiu SiPing tightened his hand slightly. A crisp crack came from Yu Bei's neck, and his body trembled violently as blood streamed from his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Yu Bei wanted to self-destruct, but the energy within him had already been sealed, leaving him utterly unable to mobilize it.

"Junior Brother Jiang... record the image of Star Moon Sea for me... Cultivators of our generation will never yield!"

Yu Bei roared and threw his fist with all his strength into Qiu SiPing's face.

Though it caused no harm, the humiliation was immense.

"You little beast!"

Qiu SiPing's old face