"My mother... Li Subai..." When he heard those words, a trace of pain appeared on Lin Bai's crazed, icy face, as though some of his sanity had returned.
Lin Bai looked up. Li Zhengyi's face was pale, blood streamed from his abdomen, and the demon sword was still plunged into his stomach.
Then Lin Bai turned to look back. Aside from Li Zhengyi, Mo Wenshen, and the mysterious Purple-Robed Man, every other martial artist here had collapsed onto the ground. Corpses carpeted the earth, and Rivers of Blood flowed.
Among them were more than twenty martial artists from the Li family. They had been innocent to begin with.
Li Zhengyi said quietly to Lin Bai, "Go. Leave Kunxu!"
Lin Bai furrowed his brows tightly. It was as if some shackle bound him deep within his heart.
At that moment, Lin Bai's eyes suddenly grew hazy. Before him, the world slowly blurred, and everything around him began to dim.
A misty voice echoed beside Lin Bai's ear.
"You don't need to listen to his nonsense. Pull out the sword and stab him again. Then this world will be quiet."
"Are you still hesitating? Isn't this the result you wanted?"
"Didn't you say they all had to die?"
"Li Zhengyi admitted it himself. He was one of the traitors back then. He betrayed Lin Duo and betrayed your father!"
"He, Mo Wenshen, and Long Lingxiao are all the same. They're all traitors."
"Kill him. Isn't this what you've always wanted?"
That voice continued to echo in Lin Bai's ears.
Only after hearing those words did Lin Bai understand that, deep down, he still harbored an extremely intense grudge against Li Zhengyi.
"All you need to do is pull out the sword and stab him again. Then you can vent your anger for