White Spirit Palace Master Bai Qingyan, the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Lotus Immortal Phenomenon

The master of Red Fire Valley was the first to step forward. He stood in front of Yun Che and addressed Bai Qingyan in a grave voice.

"Palace Master Bai, everyone accepts the risk of death in an Immortal Battle. Once off the stage, there should be no settling of personal grudges. As the leader of a sect and a seventh-turn true immortal, aren't you afraid of becoming a laughingstock among your peers for attacking a junior here?"

Bai Qingyan's brows shot up, and she said coldly, "This little bastard used an evil art to kill my sect's young master. If I don't kill him today, what dignity will White Spirit Palace have left? Master of Red Fire Valley, if you keep standing in my way, don't blame me for showing no mercy and razing your Red Fire Valley as well!"

"You!"

The master of Red Fire Valley was both furious and anxious. He was only at the same level as Bai Xuan and could not withstand even a single move from Bai Qingyan, a seventh-turn true immortal. But he had already spoken. He could hardly stand by and watch Yun Che be killed, so he could only grit his teeth and tighten his grip on his sword.

Just then, a hand rested gently on his shoulder. Yun Che stepped out from behind him and shook his head.

"Please stand back, Valley Master. This is between White Spirit Palace and me. I'll settle it myself."

The master of Red Fire Valley wanted to say more, but when he met Yun Che's composed gaze, he finally sighed and took two steps back.

Yun Che looked up at Bai Qingyan, slowly taking the Immortal-Splitting Saber in hand. Golden-red dragon qi gradually flowed out along the blade.

"Bai Xuan came looking for death