Houtu Divine Thunder Art!
Lin Bai stood in the Combat Arena and chatted with Xu Guang for a while. The two had never held any deep grudge against each other, and now that the match was over, Lin Bai rose and took his leave after a brief conversation.
Xu Guang did not try to keep Lin Bai, either, because he had already seen that Lin Bai was a sword cultivator, and thus unsuitable to inherit the Ancient Star Shattering Fist he cultivated!
Watching Lin Bai's retreating back, Xu Guang said somewhat forlornly, "He's a good seedling. What a pity that he's a sword cultivator. Looks like I'll have to find someone else."
After leaving the Combat Arena, Lin Bai went to collect the merits from this battle, then headed straight for the private suite.
In the Number One Yellow Suite, Lin Bai pushed open the door and saw that the room was in complete disarray. It did not look as though someone had fought here, but rather as though someone had flown into a towering rage!
When Lin Bai entered, he saw Madam Yang sitting on the floor in agony. Her luxurious clothes lay scattered carelessly around her, having slipped down to reveal most of her snow-white skin.
The four pretty boys stood trembling fearfully in the corner.
After entering, Lin Bai asked in a low voice, "What happened? Did someone else make a move here?"
Hearing the noise, Madam Yang raised her head and looked at Sword Demon, shaking her head with a helpless smile.
Lin Bai could see the bitterness in Madam Yang's expression, so he said with a smile, "I won the match. Madam, you should be happy. After all, with odds as high as mine—one to a hundred—that should have been enough to make the Zhao