Zhao Lingshen charged at Lin Bai first, standing alone against the pass, his face twisted in mockery and his eyes vicious!
Behind Zhao Lingshen, Ye Jianjun, Masked Jian Han, Su Cang, Long Qingfeng, and Qin Beiao followed close behind!
Suddenly!
Lin Bai opened his eyes, drew his sword, and struck. A flash of blood streaked past, and a head went flying.
The events of that instant left Ye Jianjun and the others too stunned to react.
They watched as Zhao Lingshen, who had charged toward Lin Bai with overwhelming momentum, was actually beheaded by a single sword strike from him!
Not only did they fail to understand it—even Zhao Lingshen himself probably had no idea how he had died, right up until the moment of his death.
"What a fast sword!"
Long Qingfeng could not help sucking in a cold breath, his steps slowing slightly.
"Supreme Sword, Ninth Form—Do Not Ask."
No one present understood Lin Bai's methods better than Ye Jianjun. After all, he was the only one who had once fought Lin Bai in a bloody battle, and he knew the sword techniques and methods in Lin Bai's hands exceptionally well.
The instant Lin Bai drew his sword, Ye Jianjun recognized it as the Supreme Sword!
Ye Jianjun had also cultivated the Supreme Sword back then. Yet even with his extraordinary talent, he had only cultivated it to the third form before being unable to comprehend any further.
"How is this possible? Even Zhao Lingshen..." Su Cang was dumbfounded. He stared at Zhao Lingshen's body, disbelief showing on his face.
When Yan Yu and Chu Yue had died, Su Cang's expression had remained unchanged. Though the two of them were powerful, they were still far weaker than the geniuses of Lingnan.
But Zhao Lingshen was dead. That was