As the surrounding warriors had said, this white-robed woman had always been prideful since childhood, never yielding to anyone. Seeing Lin Ye easily defeat two warriors of the Frostfire Tribe naturally made her somewhat displeased.
"Pan Tang, spar with him!" the white-robed woman shouted with a stern expression, and from the crowd, a black-clad man leaped out, his face cold, his eyes laced with killing intent.
The white-robed woman chuckled, "Be careful, this Pan Tang is one of the renowned sword cultivators of our Frostfire Tribe; warriors who died by his hand are countless!"
Lin Bai smiled wryly, saying, "Lin Ye, go!"
Lin Ye grinned, walked out, standing before Pan Tang.
Pan Tang's expression was ruthless, without a word, he drew a sharp sword from his storage bag and attacked Lin Ye. With Pan Tang's first move, Lin Bai could immediately tell that Pan Tang's strength truly surpassed Songzi Xuan's by far.
But Lin Ye was no weakling either.
