The air fell silent for a moment.
Rather than showing the slightest fear upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyao let out a soft laugh. "It is this old man's honor to exchange blows with the renowned Yu, Immortal Douluo."
Before his words had even faded, he lightly tapped off with his toes and silently rose into the air. His gray robe billowed faintly in the morning breeze as he faced Yu from dozens of yards away.
On the ground, Mu En's expression changed. He took a step forward, his voice unconsciously sinking. "Yu, Immortal Highness, Xiaoyao—"
"Master of the Sea God Pavilion—"
Yu spoke blandly without even looking at him. With a gentle flick of her dragon tail, a wave of draconic pressure spread from her body.
"This matter has nothing to do with you. If you continue meddling, I do not mind dealing with you as well."
Mu En immediately felt an invisible force field shove against him from beneath his feet. He staggered back several steps and did not move forward again.
"Mu En, do not interfere."
Long Xiaoyao's voice drifted down from above as he advised, "This is a debt I owe them. It is only right that I repay it myself. I also wish to see for myself—what kind of power was capable of forcing Di Tian to retreat?"
"Doesn't look like it—"
Yu glanced at him. "You have some backbone after all."
Mu En watched the three figures suspended in midair. His fingers slowly clenched within his sleeves, then gradually relaxed.
Yu said no more. She raised a hand, and emerald light flashed at her fingertips, instantly enveloping all four of them.
Pop.
A soft sound rang out, like a bubble bursting.
Mu En felt the stone slabs beneath his feet suddenly vanish, and his vision