Shaluo sneered as he watched the master of Years City, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes.
"If he dares to make a move, his family won't need to stay alive. Meddling in other people's business—is he courting death?"
"Could everyone please listen to a word from me? Years City simply cannot withstand a battle between you all."
The master of Years City wore a bitter expression. With his low cultivation, he barely had the courage to speak at all.
"Hmph hmph, fighting here is showing you respect as city master."
Venerable Qingyi said as he looked at the master of Years City with utter disdain.
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Suppressed by Venerable Qingyi's mighty strength, beads of sweat the size of soybeans broke out across his face.
"Tonight, this lady will make an example of you all!"
Yan Xuefei let out a cold hum, then her figure flashed out of Years City. This was not a place for a fight; they had to go outside the city.
"Yo yo, people from Ghost Island are acting so arrogant. Back in the past, this person would have feared you a bit, but the Ghost Island of today exists in name only. Why would I fear you?"
Shaluo was the first person to fly out of the city following Yan Xuefei.
"Isn't it just changing to another location!"
A brilliant flash crossed Venerable Qingyi's eyes. To be honest, fighting inside Years City would likely provoke dissatisfaction from certain individuals, so this was for the best.
As an elder of Xuerong Hall, he knew a thing or two—namely, that Years City still harbored a few ancient figures at the level of Immortal Emperor eighteen who had lived in seclusion here for many years.
The saying went that two fists were no match for