"Did you really win? Then take a look behind you!"
Fang Yiyun sneered.
"Behind me?" Tan Jing gave a cold smile and turned around. At the place where his Palm Thunder had exploded earlier, amid the towering clouds of dust, a motionless figure stood within the haze, flickering in and out of sight!
When he saw that figure, a trace of horror appeared on Tan Jing's face. He cried out in disbelief, "How is this possible! I clearly hit him!"
Whoosh—
Suddenly, a storm swept through the clouds of dust, rolling them all away!
As the dust dispersed, it revealed Lin Bai's figure.
Lin Bai chuckled softly and looked at Tan Jing. "That lightning was pretty good... Do you have any other tricks?"
"Keep going."
Lin Bai smiled faintly.
Tan Jing's pupils contracted, and his face flushed with anger!
"Hahaha, I knew Lin Bai wouldn't be defeated so easily!"
"After all, he's the number-one sword cultivator on Nine Heavens Primordial Ancestor Mountain."
"Exactly. Even a broken ship still has three thousand nails, let alone the number-one sword cultivator in this year's assessment!"
"..."
"Did you notice? Under Tan Jing's unbelievably powerful palm just now, Lin Bai wasn't hurt in the slightest!"
"Not only was he completely unharmed, there wasn't even a speck of dust on his clothes!"
"How did he do that?"
The surrounding martial artists looked at Lin Bai and cried out in astonishment.
Bei Haiyan's eyes widened, his eyeballs practically flying out from shock. He exclaimed, "How is this possible! Tan Jing's Palm Thunder didn't injure Lin Bai at all!"
Su Ling was also wearing a look of utter disbelief.
"That's wonderful! Junior Brother Lin Bai is fine!"
Changsun Yun and Meng Li both cried out happily.
Wu Ming let out a sigh of relief and laughed at