Yun Shan's terrifying Dou Zong-level pressure became almost tangible as it locked firmly onto Xiao Yan, brimming with killing intent.
Xiao Yan felt the blood throughout his body nearly freeze. Even breathing became incomparably difficult, as though he would be crushed by that invisible force the very next second!
The black ring on his finger grew faintly warm. Yao Lao's soul power was already poised to strike, prepared to risk exposure and fight to the death!
At that critical moment, a moon-white figure once again stubbornly stepped in front of Xiao Yan, facing her master—Yun Shan, who had already broken through to Dou Zong!
"Master!" Yun Yun's voice carried unprecedented urgency and resolve. "The Three-Year Agreement was a wager made before countless witnesses!
"In this match, Yanran was simply inferior in skill. We... lost!"
She raised her head to look at the figure in the air, whose aura was as vast as the sea. Her tone carried a trace of sorrow. "If we go back on our word because of this, using the strong to bully the weak—
"If we forcibly keep Xiao Yan here or even kill him, then what dignity will my Misty Cloud Sect have left?! How would we be any different from those overbearing, unreasonable bandits?! Master, please reconsider!"
To protect the sect's "dignity," and for that faint, indescribable emotion in her heart, Yun Yun had completely disregarded her own safety and future.
"Hmph!" Yun Shan let out a cold sneer, mockery flashing through his indifferent eyes. "Dignity? If we let him leave alive, then the Misty Cloud Sect will truly have no dignity left!"
His gaze passed over Yun Yun and fell upon Xiao Yan as though he were looking at an ant. The undisguised killing intent nearly solidified:
"If he dies... who will know