Slaying the Traitor with His Own Hands
Lin Bai stepped onto the tournament platform, his murderous aura fully exposed.
On the tournament platform, two violent gales twisted and slaughtered one another, carving countless sword marks into the ground.
They had yet to exchange blows, but the momentum of both sides had already begun colliding fiercely!
"Enough talk. In this world, the victor is king!"
"Lin Bai, you're no longer my opponent. Kneel and beg the Young Sect Master for forgiveness. Perhaps you can still save your life."
Qi Shaolong was certain that, with his cultivation at the ninth level of the Profound Martial Realm, he would never lose to Lin Bai!
"Qi Shaolong, stop being so hopelessly deluded. We've come this far—only one of us can walk away alive."
"I'll tell you something. Your Qi Lineage has already been wiped out by me."
Lin Bai's face brimmed with murderous intent as he stared at Qi Shaolong and spoke coldly.
"What!"
Hearing this, Qi Shaolong looked as though he had been struck by lightning. His face turned deathly pale as he stared at Lin Bai. "Impossible! My father was a first-level Earth Martial Realm expert. How could you possibly have killed him? Besides, all the major lineages in Flying Dragon City were my father's friends. How could they not have helped him?"
"Is a first-level Earth Martial Realm expert really that strong? Heh, it only took me a little extra time."
Lin Bai grinned.
Seeing the smile on Lin Bai's face, Qi Shaolong believed him. The Qi Lineage should indeed have died at Lin Bai's hands.
"This was all your Qi Lineage's own doing. If you hadn't coveted those hundred-odd million spirit stones, how could you have brought disaster and death upon your own lineage?"
"I already gave you fifty million