Inside the great hall, Xu Chen and Fairy in the Clouds stood a dozen paces apart.
The air seemed to freeze.
"Senior Brother, do you think Zhiyan can win?"
"Will the other side go back on their word?"
The Feathering Sect elders' whispered voices reached their ears.
It was plain to see how uneasy they were.
The enemy had brazenly come to their doorstep, and their sect's Seed of Immortality had been forced to fight under unfavorable circumstances.
Everyone felt deeply aggrieved.
But at this point, they had no choice.
Master Green Feather said nothing. He appeared calm, but his divine sense had already locked onto the figure ahead.
He had to guard against the other side harboring ill intent.
No matter what, Su Zhiyan absolutely could not die here.
"You may strike first!"
Xu Chen lifted his chin high, wearing a look of haughty pride.
This woman had formed her Golden Core in ten years. He both hated and envied her. She had even rejected his kind offer of marriage—she truly deserved to die.
Though he had promised to use only the cultivation and magical power of the Golden Core Realm, he was a Spirit Transformation cultivator, with a level of cultivation far above hers.
His insight and understanding of the path of cultivation were likewise in a league of their own.
So, in his eyes, winning this battle would be effortless.
He would kill her.
He would never allow a cultivator more talented than himself to exist in this world.
He had let her strike first not out of magnanimity, but because a cat enjoyed toying with a mouse.
"Fine!"
Su Zhiyan possessed peerless beauty, but at that moment her face was veiled in frost, like an immortal maiden on a snowy peak high above the nine