"Holy Son, it must be that Gao Yan is afraid of you and dares not come to fight!"

His subordinates quickly offered their compliments.

"Regardless of whether he's afraid of battle or not, the fact that he dared to leave me here for three hours is unforgivable. Let's go to Frostfall City!"

The next moment, Yang Yan transformed into a crimson streak of light, heading straight for Frostfall City!

Upon seeing this, his men immediately gave chase.

Why did you leave?

Seeing Yang Yan suddenly leave, the cultivators watching the battle were all bewildered.

"Hehe, you guys don't know this, do you? Gao Yan from the Nine Saints Sect didn't come to Langcang Mountain at all. He's still staying in Fushuang City!" said one of the rogue cultivators who knew the inside story.

"So, Gao Yan is afraid of the Sun Flame Saint Son?"

"I guess so. After all, he comes from a small place like the Eastern Wilderness. Even if he is a Holy Son, how could he be a match for the Holy Son of the Burning Moon Sect!"

"I noticed that the Holy Son of Yangyan was quite angry, and the direction he left seemed to be towards Fushuang City. Could it be that he's going directly to Fushuang City to cause trouble for Gao Yan?"

"It's quite possible. Let's hurry and go to Frostfall City to see what's going on!"

...

Leaving aside the group of onlookers, Yang Yan arrived at Fushuang City in just a quarter of an hour.

And they quickly arrived at the inn booked by the Nine Saints Sect!

"Gao Yan, get out here and give this Holy Son an explanation!"

Who are you, sir?

A figure flashed, and Gao Yan appeared.

"So you are Gao Yan? Since you accepted this Holy Son's challenge, why haven't you come to keep your promise?" Yang Yan questioned sharply.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't accept your challenge; it was your subordinate who threw it at me!"

Gao Yan shook his head.

"I, the Holy Son, cannot concern myself with such matters. Since you have accepted my challenge, you must fight me. Now, come out of the city and fight me!"

"Are you crazy? You want me to fight you? I'll fight you. There are plenty of people who want to challenge me. Who do you think you are?" Gao Yan curled his lip in disdain.

"You're asking for it!"

Yang Yan's eyes turned cold. He hadn't expected a holy son from the Eastern Wilderness to be so arrogant. He was immediately filled with rage and was about to make a move.

At this moment, an immense pressure appeared, directly immobilizing Yang Yan.

At the same time, an old man in black robes seemed to appear out of thin air, smiling as he looked at Yang Yan: "Yang Yan, is it not right for you to force my Nine Saints Sect disciple like this?"