"Boy, you think forcing this old man back three steps proves anything?"
"I used only thirty percent of my strength just now!"
The old man's voice was cold, but anyone familiar with him could hear the trace of guilt beneath it.
The cultivators around them had noticed it too.
"Thirty percent? Who's he trying to fool? That palm strike was clearly at full strength!"
"A Half-Step Epoch King was forced back by a Peerless Immortal King. Of course he'd cling to his pride after losing face like that!"
"But even if he's putting on a brave face, a Half-Step Epoch King is still a Half-Step Epoch King. If he unleashes his full power now, can that young man withstand it?"
Amid the murmurs, a ruthless glint flashed through the old man's eyes.
He could not hold back any longer!
This young man's strength far exceeded his expectations!
If this continued, he would lose every last scrap of dignity!
"Junior, you have succeeded in angering this old man."
His voice was chilling.
"Next, this old man will show you what it truly means to be better off dead than—"
"Enough!"
A cool voice suddenly came from the distance.
It reached every ear with perfect clarity, as though it carried some strange magic that calmed everyone's restless heart.
The old man's words were cut short.
He frowned and looked toward the voice.
In the distant void, a white-clad figure was slowly approaching.
It was a woman.
White hair fell to her waist, and her beauty was peerless.
Her robes were whiter than snow, and a faint chill surrounded her.
With every step she took, an ice flower formed in the void.
Each flower was crystal clear, noble and elegant, sacred and untouchable.
Her bearing was cool and noble too, like a celestial