Tap, tap, tap.
Light footsteps came from the special wooden stairs of the Clear Moon Pavilion, but every step made the hearts of the immortals drinking immortal tea in the building beat faster, and they found it difficult to control their auras.
Every underground dark force in the Northern Ice Immortal City had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They were famous for their ferociousness. Even the weakest of them could not be underestimated. Other than the late-stage Mystic Immortals of the five great armies and the main cities, no one dared to provoke them.
The Phoenix House's owner was rumored to be a late peerless immortal. It was said that his ranking on the foreign races' bounty list wasn't low. If one provoked such a god of death, he could easily wipe out the entire Clear Moon Pavilion.
The rules of Immortal City prohibited killing, but the rules were dead. They were only useful to peerless immortals and below.
