"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, you are our guest. You go first."
Bai Zhan did not make a move. Instead, he extended a hand and invited Ye Lin to attack.
"Oh? Since you're being so hospitable, then I won't stand on ceremony."
Ye Lin raised a brow, a faint smile curling at his lips.
Bai Zhan, meanwhile, was brimming with fighting spirit. His expression was solemn, the aura around him exceptionally formidable. He had already entered the zone.
By now, he had raised himself to his peak condition.
He had thought it through well.
Against Ye Lin, even if he could not win, at the very least, he would not lose too miserably.
Letting Ye Lin strike first would display the bearing of their White Tiger Clan.
Sure enough, the moment Bai Zhan said this, the surrounding White Tiger Clan members nodded in satisfaction.
Bai Zhan had performed rather well this time.
Ye Lin seemed utterly unaware of what these White Tiger Clan members were thinking.
He merely brought two fingers together like a sword, then slowly raised his hand.
An invisible ripple of Sword Qi stirred faint waves before Ye Lin.
His two fingers swept lightly.
It was as though nothing had happened, yet as though everything had happened.
In the distance, Bai Zhan formed hand seals. A violent roar erupted from the void behind him.
Looking closely, it was a massive, pure-white White Tiger manifestation.
A large character for king was inscribed in the center of the White Tiger's forehead.
As the White Tiger manifestation roared, it ultimately merged with his true body, and an ultimate aura burst forth from within him.
The Sword Qi suddenly revealed itself.
Terrifying Sword Qi crisscrossed the air.
Bai Zhan curled his fingers into claws and swiped at the space before him.
Though