A Hair's Breadth from Disaster

"Don't worry, it's only a spar. I won't take your life!" Cheng Baiyi said with an evil grin.

Cheng Baiyi's words carried an unmistakable provocation, and the gazes of the cultivators around Ghost Island suddenly turned toward him. The anxiety over being unable to break through the grand formation was displaced by the strange spectacle before them.

At that moment, Zhong Shan narrowed his eyes and looked at Cheng Baiyi.

Cheng Baiyi was not negotiating at all—he was making a forceful demand. A spar? Could people from two different factions really spar under the gaze of the entire world?

What exactly was Cheng Baiyi trying to do?

"Who's that Zhong Shan?"

"You came from the underworld? You don't even know Zhong Shan? The Great Zheng Sacred King! Not long ago, he killed a Great Immortal with a single palm—the vicious man!"

"He killed a Great Immortal with one palm? Is he a Great Immortal too? At the peak?"

"No. Rumor has it Zhong Shan is only at the Heavenly Immortal Second Level. But his palms are extraordinarily powerful. No one could figure out how he did it then, but the fact remains—he killed a Great Immortal with one palm."

"Heavenly Immortal Second Level? Looks like he's going to suffer! Cheng Baiyi is a famous powerhouse of the Purple Firmament Dao Field."

"Why does Cheng Baiyi want to spar with Zhong Shan here?"

"Does he want to kill Zhong Shan?"

"No, didn't Cheng Baiyi say he wouldn't take Zhong Shan's life?"

"And you believed him just because he said so?"

...The people chattered among themselves, but one thing was undeniable: Cheng Baiyi's "spar" instantly aroused the curiosity of countless people.

"Cheng Baiyi, what are you trying to do? Do you want to make an enemy of my Taichu? Not long ago,