Lin Bai and the Black-Robed Man stood facing each other in the boundless wilderness outside the Lin Hai Dynasty.
By now, Lin Bai had recognized from the Black-Robed Man's sword techniques that he was the same Black-Robed Man who had tried to take over the Zhu Family in Zhu Xian City. From the conversation between this man and Zhu Shang, the head of the Zhu Family, Lin Bai had also learned that he was very likely connected to the Ten Thousand Demons Valley in some way.
"Are you connected to the Ten Thousand Demons Valley?"
Lin Bai asked coldly.
"What does a dead man need to know so much for? Dongfang Bai, you've ruined my source of wealth!" A cold light rose in the Black-Robed Man's eyes. The moment his gaze changed, Lin Bai clearly felt the sword intent around him turn icy cold.
"I never expected even Demon Saint Hantian to die by your hand. It seems I'm the only one who can kill you!" the Black-Robed Man said coldly. His figure blurred at once, transforming into an afterimage that shot straight toward Lin Bai.
His black robe snapped violently in the gale. A sharp sword hidden within his enormous black sleeve suddenly stabbed toward Lin Bai's throat like a ghost, its speed astonishing and its momentum fierce!
"Fourth Level of the Yang God Realm!" As the Black-Robed Man unleashed his full strength, Lin Bai instantly sensed that his cultivation had surpassed the Third Level of the Yang God Realm. His power was overwhelming.
Buzzing--
The sword stirred ripples through the void as it struck toward Lin Bai's throat with terrifying force.
"Flying Sword!" Lin Bai let out a low growl. The flying sword immediately circled around him, while countless sword rays, like specks of starlight, condensed in the