Qingyan Immortal King was about to leave when he heard the uproar from the observing Quanwu Palace disciples and sensed Fang Bai's aura. His pupils contracted, his face slightly changed, and he suddenly turned around.
In front of him, Fang Bai's hair was disheveled, his clothes were messy, and he looked somewhat embarrassed, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, as if he had suffered some light injuries.
However, such injuries were negligible to a sixth-tier Immortal King Realm expert and would not affect combat power at all.
"Is Senior Brother Qingyan planning to leave before our battle is over?"
Fang Bai wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, and looked at Qingyan Immortal King with burning battle intent in his eyes.
