Dragon Head Peak.
White Jade Plaza.
The atmosphere was taut as a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
The disciples of Dragon Head Peak had gathered in circle after circle, packing the place so tightly there was no room to move.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the center of the plaza.
On one side stood the stern and imposing Daoist Cangsong, head of Dragon Head Peak.
On the other was Ye Xuan, an obscure disciple from Great Bamboo Peak.
"Is this kid crazy?"
"He actually dares to fight our master?"
"Even if Martial Uncle Tian Buyi were here, he wouldn't dare claim he'd win for sure, would he?"
"I think he's had it too easy at Great Bamboo Peak and came to Dragon Head Peak looking for a beating."
"..."
Quite a few disciples whispered among themselves.
They looked at Ye Xuan as if he were a lunatic.
Qi Hao stood at the very front of the crowd, his brow tightly furrowed.
He clutched the Ice Sword in his hand, his palm slick with sweat.
As the senior disciple of Dragon Head Peak, he knew Daoist Cangsong's temperament all too well.
Cangsong might not look angry right now.
But Qi Hao knew perfectly well that he was truly furious.
In the plaza.
Cangsong swept his wide sleeve, and the clear sky seemed to darken in an instant.
He didn't summon a magical treasure.
If he had to use an immortal sword against a junior, where would that leave his dignity?
"Make your move."
Cangsong stood with his hands behind his back.
The air currents around him swirled wildly.
It was the spiritual energy he had built up through years of cultivation, surging around him.
"Then forgive me."
Ye Xuan didn't hold back either.
He lightly tapped