In the Extreme Northern Ice Crystal Valley, storms churned the sky, and the snow-laden wind cut like blades!
Amid the blizzard, Zhao Hansheng and Lin Bai stood facing each other. When Lin Bai revealed his true face, Zhao Hansheng's eyes suddenly widened, and a trace of wariness appeared on his face.
"You are..." Zhao Hansheng asked in surprise.
Zhao Hansheng found Lin Bai's face familiar, yet he could not remember where he had seen him.
"What? You've forgotten? Senior Zhao Hansheng, you really are a man of rank who forgets easily. Have you forgotten the scene at Divine Relic Ridge, when you joined forces with Su Lihai, Dong Qian, and the others to force my wife and child to their deaths?"
Lin Bai's eyes reddened as he asked coldly.
Hearing this, Zhao Hansheng's memories revived. He suddenly remembered and exclaimed in shock, "It's you! That monstrous swordsman from Divine Relic Ridge—Lin Bai!"
Lin Bai sneered. "Senior Zhao Hansheng remembers now?"
Zhao Hansheng narrowed his eyes and said with a slightly darkened expression, "I knew long ago that something was wrong. When news of Ye Fenghuo's death and Ye Jianjun's repeated defeats spread throughout Lingnan, I felt as if a shadow had been hanging over me all along!"
"Lin Bai, you've come for revenge!"
Zhao Hansheng asked coldly.
"For a blood feud that cannot coexist beneath the same sky, only the blood of you six can wash away my hatred!" Lin Bai raised the demon sword and pointed it coldly at Zhao Hansheng. The icy chill filling this world of snow and frost was actually inferior to the cold gleam spreading from Lin Bai's blade!
"How many have you killed?" Zhao Hansheng asked.
Lin Bai said, "You're the third!"
"But don't worry too much. Soon, the others will all go to