The Old Eccentric looked at Lin Bai and said, "Let's go. You can safely leave this place to us. Even if we can't defeat them, holding them back for a while is still possible."
"Good!" Lin Bai glanced at the battlefield before turning and charging toward the Inheritance Palace.
Not long after Lin Bai left, explosive news spread across the entire Dead Island.
Lan Yuxin, the Southern Courtyard's Quasi-Holy Son, had clashed with the Eastern Courtyard's Quasi-Holy Son on Dead Island.
In addition, six Quasi-Holy Sons from the Eastern Courtyard and more than a dozen rising talents from the Eastern Courtyard were locked in fierce battle.
The news swept across Dead Island like a storm.
Lin Bai, however, had no time to stop and think. He sprinted all the way without pause, rushing toward the Inheritance Palace.
Half an hour later, Lin Bai had crossed more than half of Dead Island and quickly arrived near that Inheritance Palace!
At that moment, another martial artist appeared before Lin Bai.
The man wore a black robe and held a treasured steel sword. Wisps of cold air drifted from its edge. His eyes were sharp and his face expressionless, giving him an even more unapproachable air.
"A sword cultivator!"
"What a powerful sword cultivator!"
Lin Bai's expression turned slightly cold when he saw the sword cultivator before him.
"Must you block my way?" Lin Bai asked coldly.
"Hand over the Purple Token, and I can spare your life," the black-clad sword cultivator said icily.
"May I ask why?" Lin Bai sneered.
"Because of the sword in my hand!" The black-clad sword cultivator raised his blade. A scorching sword radiance spread out, followed by a cold and merciless sword radiance. Then came a vast, heavy sword radiance, and finally, a fierce sword wind howled