When countless transparent swords shot toward Lin Bai, the space above his head suddenly split open layer by layer once more. At the other end of the black hole, an old man pointed across the void, shattering the countless blades flying toward Lin Bai!
The Gray-Robed Old Man sitting cross-legged atop the giant sword looked up and said coldly, "Yang Ding, why are you stopping me?"
"Doesn't the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion only do business and never interfere in the power struggles of the lands south of the Nanling?"
The old man at the other end of the black hole above Lin Bai's head said indifferently, "Ye Qingtian, I have been entrusted by someone. Today, I must save this man's life!"
"I ask the Ye Clan to give my Heavenly Treasure Pavilion some face!"
The Gray-Robed Old Man froze and asked, "May I ask who it is?"
The old man called Yang Ding said calmly, "That is inconvenient to reveal."
The Gray-Robed Old Man narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "What if I refuse to give the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion face today? Are you planning to fight me across the void?"
Yang Ding's voice turned cold. "If you refuse to give me face, then let me see what the Ye Clan is capable of!"
"You! Are you truly courting death?" Ye Qingtian asked coldly.
Yang Ding remained silent.
Just then, Ye Jianjun, covered in wounds, climbed to his feet. Looking at the old man in the black hole, he said, "Ninth Granduncle, don't kill him. His life is mine!"
"Lin Bai, remember this. I, Ye Jianjun, will definitely come back to settle today's grudge with you!"
"Your life is mine!"
"Your martial soul is mine too!"
Ye Jianjun, his entire body drenched in blood, stared at Lin Bai, his eyes blazing