Set out for Haijie City!
Lin Bai casually pointed a finger and sent Gao Rui flying, drawing gasps of shock from everyone around them.
Gao Rui crawled up from the ground and glared at Lin Bai in exasperation. His eyes turned bloodshot, as if he had suffered the greatest humiliation of his life. He roared, "I actually lost to a warrior at the ninth level of the Yin Saint realm!"
"You little brat, I'll kill you!"
Gao Rui flew into a towering rage. Ignoring the rules of the contest, he shot forward from a hundred paces away, the sharp sword in his hand blazing with a chilling radiance. He looked ready to kill Lin Bai with a single strike.
Watching Gao Rui charge at him, Lin Bai said coldly, "If you take one more step forward, I'll take your life!"
Lin Bai's voice was icy beyond measure. When Gao Rui heard it, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, extinguishing the fury blazing through him.
In the end, Gao Rui, who had charged over in a fit of rage, stopped ten steps away from Lin Bai. His face was filled with indescribable apprehension and fear.
Perhaps even Gao Rui himself did not understand why hearing Lin Bai's words had filled his heart with such intense fear and dread. That feeling was as if the Grim Reaper himself were staring at him!
Gao Rui stopped, dumbstruck.
Butler Zhuo Yi came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "That's enough. Gao Rui, don't make another move. This little brother counts as one of your spots."
Lin Bai nodded lightly. "Thank you, Butler Zhuo Yi!"
Lin Bai thanked him, then turned and walked back into the group.
Fang Jin looked at Lin Bai happily and