Each figure was as deep as the abyss and as tall as the mountain, filled with an overbearing aura.
In particular, the aura exuded by the luxuriously dressed figure with eight noble feathers in his hair had already exceeded his imagination.
"A conflict? Li Fire Sect?" Jian Wushuang looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly. "You think you're worthy?"
Immediately, the five Yan Immortals were humiliated.
The Li Fire Sect, which they were proud of, had taken in disciples across several Heavenly Regions.
Although it was nothing much in the Great Si Region, the top cultivators in the surrounding Heavenly Regions were all proud of being able to enter the Li Fire Sect.
But now, he was being humiliated without any regard for his face.
The clean-faced Yan Xian suppressed his urge to attack and said in a low voice, "Juniors, it's best if you don't act too rashly. We might meet again in the future."