“You’re courting death!” The person stomped down hard, grinding their foot into Wei Yuan several times. Wei Yuan didn’t feel humiliated, only a bit embarrassed.

Seeing that Wei Yuan remained unmoved, a pale blue immortal sword thrust into the ground right next to his face, its sword qi slicing off several strands of his hair.

Wei Yuan wasn’t afraid, though. He merely asked, “Why don’t we have a proper talk first?”

Wei Yuan tried to turn around, but the foot pressing down on him increased its strength and pinned him back to the ground. The person warned, “Do not turn around!”

Wei Yuan remarked, “You’re not a member of the Xu Clan.”

The person replied, “What difference does it make whether I’m from the Xu Clan or not? Besides, how do you know I’m not? I actually am!”

“Impossible. The Xu Clan’s hereditary sword techniques are far superior to yours.”

The person’s breathing grew slightly ragged, and they said coldly, “Since you’re so determined to die, I’ll grant you your wish!”

They drew their immortal sword and thrust it toward Wei Yuan’s back. The blade pierced the flesh without resistance, but came to a sudden halt upon touching his ribs. Just then, Wei Yuan’s body suddenly flattened by half, then slid horizontally along the ground to avoid the immortal sword, and sprang back up in an instant!

Standing behind Wei Yuan was a woman in white, with arched eyebrows and phoenix eyes. Three flickering star-like marks glimmered at the corners of her eyes. Apart from that, she wore no other adornments. 

The woman clearly wasn’t expecting Wei Yuan to escape in such a manner. In her shock, she saw Wei Yuan charge straight at her!

It was a charge...