Powerful Figures Gather!
After killing the Crow with a single sword strike, Lin Bai swept up his cold gaze and looked coldly toward Li Ge. "You're next!"
Li Ge stared at the slain Crow warrior in disbelief, his mind reeling. When faced with Lin Bai's icy gaze, he hurriedly retreated, wanting to evade him!
Just then, Lin Bai leaped into the air, and his cold, merciless sword shot straight toward Li Ge's abdomen.
With this sword strike, Lin Bai intended to shatter Li Ge's dantian and divine pill!
"Warriors of the Broken Sword Tribe, how much longer are you going to wait before making your move?"
"Lin Bai is right here. Don't you want the treasures in his hands?"
Driven into a corner by Lin Bai, Li Ge hurriedly shouted toward his surroundings.
The instant Li Ge's voice rang out, a powerful force descended from the heavens, instantly knocking away the sword Lin Bai had thrust toward Li Ge's abdomen. Lin Bai was sent flying with it, tumbling back more than a hundred meters.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
At the instant Lin Bai was sent flying, figures burst forth from around Black Mountain, landing around Li Ge.
Lin Bai looked up and saw more than a dozen people shielding Li Ge.
Every one of those dozen-plus people was a ninth-stage Death Reversal Realm warrior!
Among them, an old man with a long sword dripping blood strapped to his back stepped forward. The sword scar across his face was especially savage and terrifying. He looked coldly at Lin Bai and sneered, "You're Lin Bai?"
Lin Bai looked up. "Broken Sword Tribe warriors again. You really are a bunch of dog-skin plasters—no matter how hard I try to shake you off, you just won't go away!"
The old man said coldly, "This old