When wisps of mist began swirling around Lin Bai, all the warriors of the Sword God Family were stunned.
Clearly, they had all recognized the sword art Lin Bai was about to execute.
This was the "Mist Sword Art" passed down by Sword God Dugu Yunhe back then!
"Mist Sword Art!" Sword Reverent Dugu said with a deeply furrowed brow. "Although the Mist Sword Art is extraordinary, resisting Ye Jianjun's eighteen Martial Soul Secret Methods with it is probably still too much to ask!"
"Impossible. Ye Jianjun's eighteen Martial Soul Secret Methods have joined forces, crushing the vault of heaven and suppressing all things. Unless our ancestor Dugu Yunhe were resurrected, the Mist Sword Art couldn't possibly withstand this sword!"
The other members of the Dugu Family also shook their heads one after another.
They naturally understood that the Mist Sword Art was incredibly powerful.
But by now, they could also see that Ye Jianjun's eighteen Martial Soul Secret Methods were even more powerful, and absolutely beyond what the Mist Sword Art could resist.
"Heh! The Mist Sword Art?" Sword Reverent Ye looked at the mist spreading around Lin Bai and said with a faint smile, "I originally thought you had some formidable trump card."
"If all you have is the Mist Sword Art, then I'm afraid you'll certainly die today."
"This battle's victor has already been decided!"
Sword Reverent Ye smiled as he spoke.
"That's right. The victor has already been decided." Ye Qingtian and the other elders of the Ye Clan also smiled and spoke one after another.
Above Mu Mountain.
Seeing the mist spreading around Lin Bai, Ye Jianjun immediately sneered. "Hahahaha, the Mist Sword Art? How long have you even cultivated the Mist Sword Art, yet you dare hope to use this sword art against me?"