Pang Qingyun no longer cared about anything else. He just wanted to rush through the pointless formalities and drag Xu Yi into battle. As for Uncle Yin's warning that Xu Yi must have some scheme and that Pang Qingyun should think twice, Pang Qingyun wouldn't listen, no matter what.
Uncle Yin shook his head again and again, then could only send a transmission to someone else, sighing to himself. "It's like two extraordinary flowers: one blooms in a famous garden, the other in the wilderness. When it comes to vitality, which is superior is plain as day. Young Master, oh, Young Master, why don't you think about how Xu Yi made it all this way? Even the best-laid plans can be broken. You must know when to advance and when to retreat."
He knew Pang Qingyun's temperament and understood that Pang Qingyun wouldn't listen to him. He stopped sending transmissions, lest he disturb Pang Qingyun's state of mind.
Xu Yi said, "Things have come to this. If you and I don't fight, I'm afraid even these spectators who've come to watch won't agree."
Xu Yi's quip eased the tense atmosphere at once, and some people laughed.
Many gazed at Xu Yi with added bewilderment, unable to understand where he got the confidence to remain so relaxed and good-humored.
Some female cultivators in particular looked at Xu Yi with newfound interest, and had already begun discreetly sending transmissions to ask about his past.
"Let's hope you can still laugh in a moment."
With that shout, Pang Qingyun launched a fierce attack. A purple fireball shot straight toward Xu Yi. Xu Yi reached out with a great hand and unleashed Fireworks Finger. Countless specks of light appeared across the sky, each seemingly exerting a strange pulling force as they clustered around the