At approximately 3,000 metres off the ground, white clouds were floating slowly. There were three figures standing on thin air, facing each other.
They were none other than Bai Chen, the old man Foo Yen, and master Yien.
Bai Chen stood there with a calm facial expression, even though his heart was otherwise. As for the old man Foo Yen, he felt good at having master Yien at his side. He was not scared to fight with Bai Chen anymore.
With their cooperation, they believed that Bai Chen would certainly lose and die!
“My fellow Taoist Hu Yuan, do you have anything to say?” The old man Foo Yen asked. He looked at Bai Chen as if he was looking at a dead man.
“Any last words?!?” Master Yien added through his teeth.
To be honest, he had been so mad about what Bai Chen had said earlier that he wanted to kill him.