The night was as placid as water.
A cold voice echoed above the peaks of the Sanqing Immortal Sect. In the night sky, a figure glowed like a golden sun.
In the darkness, countless pairs of eyes stared in this direction.
Many had received the news and were rushing to witness a great battle.
Figures flickered in the void. Many of the Proud Children of the Nine Heavens who had once left had now returned.
"The Yi Clan really isn't willing to let this go!"
"The Yi Clan has always been arrogant. How could they swallow the humiliation of having their young prodigy killed by someone from the Lower Realm?"
"Even so, they didn't need to send Yi Chen. This is going too far, isn't it? Just pure bullying!"
As these prodigies looked at Yi Chen's back, their eyes were filled with intense wariness.
"The Yi Clan has always been like this. You could say this is the price of recklessness! The moment Wang Xiu decided to kill Yi Xing, he was fated to face this!"
