"Cough, cough—"
Lin Bai lay sprawled on the ground, blood froth spilling from his mouth. His eyes were unfocused as he used the Demon Sword to push himself upright.
A wisp of Soaring Sky Sword Intent still permeated the heavens and earth without dissipating.
Cheng Zhihua and Lin Lang were both startled, secretly thinking, Is this Sword Demon a cockroach? Why can't we kill him no matter how we beat him?
Yin Shan said coldly, "Sword Demon, I never expected that after being besieged by six Yang God Realm experts, you would still manage to kill two of them."
"I have to admit, if we fought one-on-one, I'm afraid even I wouldn't be your match!"
A trace of hatred appeared in Bai Ling's eyes. He faintly sensed that Lin Bai's cultivation and power were still above his own—far above it, even!
At the very least, Bai Ling could not kill a Yang God Realm expert while at the ninth stage of the Yin Saint Realm!
"This world is too small. One Bai Ling is enough. It can no longer accommodate you!"
"Even if Father intends to take you into the White Snake Clan today, I won't give you that chance. No matter what, I'll kill you today!"
The killing intent in Bai Ling's heart grew increasingly intense!
Lin Bai was too outstanding—so outstanding that even this genius of the Demon Race, Bai Ling, felt wary of him.
Bai Ling absolutely could not allow Lin Bai to survive. Otherwise, in the lands of Lingnan, there would be no place for Bai Ling's name in the future.
Moreover, that so-called title of strongest beneath the Yang God Realm had been built upon Bai Ling's pride over more than twenty years. Before the mighty Sword Demon, he felt that pride had been swept