On Cold Mountain, Lin Bai gripped the demon sword, its tip aimed at Cloud Leopard. A heaven-shaking sword intent immediately spread through the air.
Cloud Leopard's eyes flashed with a cold light, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled into a frigid smile. Killing intent, accompanied by demonic aura, surged over and spread in all directions.
"Father, it's Dongfang Bai!"
Among the martial warriors watching nearby, Gu Jianyun cried out in delight.
"I see him." Gu Qingyun spotted Lin Bai on Cold Mountain, and a pleasantly surprised smile appeared on his face. "I hope Dongfang Bai can win some honor for humanity and beat down the arrogance of these Demons!"
Gu Jianyun said excitedly, "He definitely can! That damn Dongfang Bai looks completely unreliable most of the time, but since he's climbed Cold Mountain, he must have some confidence!"
"Damn Dongfang Bai, go for it!"
Gu Jianyun shouted toward Lin Bai.
"Heir of the demon sword, go for it! Beat that beast to death!"
"You can't lose! If you lose, humanity will lose all face!"
"To wear the crown, one must bear its weight. Dongfang Bai, the demon sword isn't something just anyone can wield! If you lose, you won't be worthy of being its heir!"
The martial warriors shouted toward Lin Bai in eager anticipation!
Every one of those voices fell into the ears of Lin Bai and Cloud Leopard without the slightest alteration.
"They seem to really want you to win. But I like this feeling too—defeating a martial warrior who has earned great fame and making the onlookers around us despair. That's what makes it fun." Cloud Leopard bared his teeth in a cruel grin.
"Don't worry. I won't give you the chance to defeat me." Lin Bai smiled faintly.
Suddenly, Lin Bai heard Gu Jianyun's