"It's you! Yi Fei! Seven Stars Pavilion Master!"
Yao Ling'er suddenly turned her head, her gaze fixating on a figure behind her, a middle-aged man wearing robes of the Seven Stars, with a narrow face.
This man was none other than the Seven Stars Pavilion Master, Yi Fei himself, who bore a great grudge against the Yaochi Sect!
At that moment, as their eyes met in midair, an intense spark ignited.
That spark was not a mere metaphor, but rather, actual flames that existed, created by the friction between their auras in the void, filled with chilling murderous intent.
"Hehe, indeed, it is I. What about it, Sect Leader Yao? Do you wish to settle life and death with me right here?"
Yi Fei sneered darkly, his gaze unintentionally falling upon Ye Haitang, who stood behind Yao Ling'er. He then suddenly addressed a young man behind him,
