The Might of a Single Sword!
"You!"
Liang Chunrong glared at Luan Fei and Tai He, roaring in exasperation.
Luan Fei's expression hardened as he said coldly, "Liang Chunrong, if you want to seek death, go by yourself. Don't drag us down with you!"
Tai He immediately added, "That's right. We had no grudge against the heir of the demon sword to begin with. You bore a grudge against Dongfang Bai for killing the Third Prince and causing you to be punished by His Majesty. You held that resentment in your heart, but that has nothing to do with us."
Liang Chunrong glared at the two of them, his teeth nearly ground to pieces.
Gu Jianyun stood up and said, "That damned Dongfang Bai—those two were the ones who injured me!"
When Lin Bai heard Gu Jianyun's voice, an ominous glint flashed through his eyes. "Very good. Today, we'll settle both our new and old grudges!"
"Liang Chunrong, you're certain to die today."
"As for you two, if you can withstand one sword strike from me, I'll spare your lives!"
Lin Bai's words were simple and clear.
Tai He and Luan Fei were immediately delighted upon hearing this.
Both of them were geniuses at the Second Step of the Heavenly Stairway. They possessed countless abilities and methods, and their cultivation was not weak. No matter how powerful the demon sword was, they still had confidence.
All they had to do was withstand one sword strike from Lin Bai. They believed they had at least that much ability!
Tai He and Luan Fei exchanged a glance. A trace of resolve appeared in both their eyes, and they leaped up almost simultaneously, charging toward Lin Bai. "Then we ask the heir of the demon sword to instruct us!"
"Dongfang Bai, remember what