The two big shots, each leaders of their own sects, decided the fate of half of those present with just a few words!
As Ouyang Zi's voice fell, the people around, whether they were disciples from the Purple Cloud Pavilion or from the Refining Sect, all took many steps back.
They understood very well that Ouyang Zi and Wuji Zhenren were likely about to duel.
"Hey, why did Wuji Zhenren agree to the duel? Does he really think he can beat Ouyang Zi?"
On the other side, Xue Yi gently tugged at Bai Xiaofan's sleeve, softly inquiring.
"What else could he do but agree? Should he just watch the entire Refining Sect be wiped out by the Purple Cloud Pavilion?"
Bai Xiaofan's voice carried a hint of helplessness. Ouyang Zi's cultivation was indeed too strong, and Wuji Zhenren had probably anticipated this long ago!
Just as Wuji Zhenren said before, the most important thing is staying alive. As long as you are alive, there is hope for everything, including rebuilding the Refining Sect!
