The Sword of Blood and Soul!
"Since the Broken Sword Tribe refuses to let me go, then so be it. Come at me..." Lin Bai stared at the ninth-level warrior of the Death Reversal Realm.
"But let me tell you this plainly: if you couldn't do anything to me in Kunxu and still want to chase me all the way to the Barren Ancient Continent, that's nothing short of wishful thinking!"
"I, Lin, may not have much standing on the Barren Ancient Continent, but I'm not someone just anyone can toy with at will!"
"The Barren Ancient Continent is the place that gave birth to me and raised me. For you warriors from the Kunxu tribes to try to kill me there is simply a flight of fancy!"
"So, your only chance is to make your move before I leave Kunxu. Otherwise, you won't have the slightest chance!"
Lin Bai said with a cold laugh.
Just as Lin Bai had said, once he returned to the Barren Ancient Continent, even if the Broken Sword Tribe was powerful, Lin Bai still had many friends there.
Bai Xiaoxiao's Divine Martial Nation was now the greatest empire in the southern reaches of the Eastern Continent.
If Lin Bai ran into trouble, Bai Xiaoxiao would never stand by and watch.
By then, with the Divine Martial Nation's millions of iron cavalry sweeping across the Eastern Continent, how many people could stand against them?
Even without Bai Xiaoxiao taking action, how could Lin Bai's friends... Yin Jiuling, the Old Eccentric, the Half-Demon giant beast, A Ning, Feng Wenjun, Hu Qi, and the others stand by and watch?
Besides, Lin Bai was now the Eastern Continent Academy's Holy Son. If he encountered danger, how could the Eastern Continent Academy sit idly by?
Therefore, once Lin Bai