Yes.
Yun Che answered inwardly with almost no hesitation.
The next second, the world seemed to spin around him. A brutal spatial force swept him off balance, and when he came to his senses, he had landed in an enormous plaza wreathed in billowing clouds.
The plaza teemed with prodigies from all across the Immortal World. Immortal light of every color soared skyward, while shouts, laughter, and mutual taunts collided in a deafening uproar.
The moment Yun Che steadied himself, the Immortal War Divine Token inside his robes flashed. A pale golden light emerged and imprinted itself on his wrist: his number for this Immortal Battle—9,372.
"Hey, where did you crawl out from, brat? Never seen you before. Which little sect sent you here to try your luck?"
A burly man standing twelve feet tall glanced sidelong at Yun Che. At the sight of the unremarkable number on his wrist, he immediately sneered.
"With your third turn fourth layer cultivation, you actually dare join the Immortal Battle? Once you run into an enemy, they'll chop you in half. You won't even have anywhere to cry."
Yun Che glanced up at him and ignored him, walking to the edge of the plaza to lean against a pillar and regulate his breathing, conserving his strength as he waited for the Immortal Battle to begin.
When the burly man saw that he said nothing, he assumed Yun Che was afraid and grew even more brazen, reaching out to slap his shoulder.
"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"
Before his hand could touch Yun Che's shoulder, golden-red saber light flashed.
The burly man froze in place, looking down at his severed wrist. Blood sprayed all over Yun Che, and he screamed in pain, tumbling backward a considerable distance.
"You dare cut off my