"If that's the case, then I can lend a hand!"
Lin Bai nodded slightly as he spoke.
"Then do you have a way to break this Mystic Mist Formation?" The dozen-odd outer sect elders brightened when they heard Lin Bai agree.
"Of course I do." Lin Bai nodded with a smile.
"In that case, please go ahead."
"How do you intend to break this Mystic Mist Formation?"
Two or three of the elders spoke up in succession to ask.
"One sword is enough!" Lin Bai smiled faintly. His Storage Bag split open, and the demon sword flew out from within, landing in Lin Bai's hand.
The dozen-odd outer sect elders around him exchanged bewildered looks when they heard this. Though the Mystic Mist Formation was not particularly powerful, it was still a formation. How could a mere sword from Lin Bai possibly break it?
The dozen-odd outer sect elders all felt that Lin Bai was boasting a little too boldly!
At that moment, Lin Bai paid no attention to those elders. With one step, he left the spirit boat and swept through the air. His gaze turned toward Tiger Island Strait as he gripped the demon sword, his bearing awe-inspiring.
"Yay, yay! Daddy's going to make his move!" Bao'er cheered as she watched Lin Bai.
Old Turtle, perched on Bao'er's shoulder, took another look at Lin Bai. His eyes narrowed as he said in shock deep within, "I never thought this man would actually be a rare sword cultivation prodigy!"
The dozen-odd outer sect elders held their breaths and watched Lin Bai expectantly.
If Lin Bai could not break the formation, they would have no choice but to act themselves.
At that moment, a fierce black aura suddenly spread from Lin Bai's body and gathered upon the demon sword. In