By Sacred Pact, the Saints Ceased; Ye Drifted South, While Vast Winds and Clouds Awaited Fire's Blaze

Yujing City erupted in an uproar.

The battle of the Seven Sword Immortals had suddenly begun.

The moment it opened, it was already a grand spectacle of one against three. Among them was even Gu Yu, the First Sword Immortal? Master Shou was going to forge another legend?

"Good, good, good! I agree to this battle. No need to go to the Southern Domain, which saves so much travel money. Master Shou is truly generous!"

"Go, Northern Sword Immortal! I'll support you forever!"

"Fight! Fight!"

The people of the Central Region did not have as many scruples as the Wind Clan of the Eastern and Southern Domains.

They could watch the match for free, and it was right before their eyes, on this very day and at this very moment... Compared to Holy Wars, where even a ripple of battle could decide one's life or death, a battle between Sword Immortals was far, far more worth watching.

Yet to Mei Suren, Gu Yu, and the others, Xu Xiaoshou's words were simply a violation of propriety.

Mei Suren quietly took out a jade slip from behind his paper fan and pressed it to his forehead, seemingly recording something.

Then, as though releasing a carrier pigeon, he sent the jade slip flying into the turbulent currents of space with a single sword stroke.

Gu Yu was the first to object. With a solemn expression, he said, "What kind of decorum is this?"

"There is no wheel battle, no group assault, nor any such thing as one against three."

"And without the Wind Clan of the Southern Domain supervising, Gu will not fight you today. We can arrange another date."

Not fighting?

Bei Bei's heart skipped a beat.

Xu Xiaoshou raised a brow as well, but said nothing. Instead, he turned to Liu