Ding Xian-lai found it impossible to accept that he had been defeated by Lin Bai. He stood there in a daze, and even when Lin Bai thrust his sword at him, he still had not come to his senses.
"Today, you must pay with your life for Senior Brother Jian Xuan."
Lin Bai's sword stabbed fiercely toward Ding Xian-lai's throat.
At that moment, countless martial artists present, including those on the Central Plaza, as well as the Sect Master and Grand Elder, all held their breath in anticipation. Once this sword fell, unless something unexpected happened, Ding Xian-lai would surely die!
With Ding Xian-lai dead, no one would be happier than the Sect Master and Grand Elder. After his death, the Profound Heaven Sect would gain at least twenty years to prepare for Old Ancestor Ding, that old monster.
Yet just then!
When Lin Bai's sword was about to pierce through Ding Xian-lai's throat, a terrifying force suddenly reverberated throughout the heavens and earth. The immense power directly knocked Lin Bai's blade aside and sent him flying more than a thousand meters away.
"Enough!"
This force spread from the void, and at the same time, a voice filled with majesty rang out from within it.
"Old Ancestor..." When Ding Xian-lai heard that voice, his dazed expression finally recovered somewhat. He gazed blankly into the void and called out softly.
At that moment, a huge vortex suddenly appeared above the Battlefield Secret Realm. Eight Emerald Flames slowly emerged, and within those Emerald Flames, an old man sat cross-legged.
The old man was gaunt all over, his face deathly pale, and a dense aura of death clung to him. He looked like an old man on the verge of death, yet the power within him had reached a heaven-shaking level.
When Lin