The Wrong Path!
The Blood Robe Sect Master's eyes flashed brightly. Red mist immediately surged from his entire body, and as he charged toward Lin Bai, the mist transformed in midair into a gigantic palm that viciously struck at Lin Bai's back.
"Blood Hand Seal!"
The Blood Robe Sect Master roared.
At that moment, Lin Bai's footsteps halted once more. He turned around and looked at the Blood Robe Sect Master.
"Looking for death!" Lin Bai let out a disdainful snort. The wooden sword flashed, and a powerful sword radiance blasted toward the Blood Robe Sect Master, its razor-sharp edge cleaving the Blood Hand Seal apart.
At the same time, it severely wounded the Blood Robe Sect Master, sending him flying backward while vomiting blood.
The Blood Robe Sect Master, who had retreated a hundred meters, stared at Lin Bai in astonishment. A trace of dread and fear appeared in his eyes. "What are you waiting for? Attack together! Yang Zhi, if we don't join forces, I'm afraid we won't be able to deal with him!"
Yang Zhi's eyes flashed. He looked at Bai Kun and asked, "What about you, Bai Kun? Does the White Cloud Tribe plan to stand by and watch?"
Bai Kun's expression was gloomy as he weighed the consequences. Then he said, "Even if the White Cloud Tribe obtains the Dragon Slaying Skill, we probably won't be able to protect it!"
"Instead, this Dragon Slaying Skill will bring disaster upon the White Cloud Tribe!"
"If that's the case, why should my White Cloud Tribe fight over this hot potato?"
"Our White Cloud Tribe doesn't want this Dragon Slaying Skill anymore."
Bai Kun silently shook his head and withdrew, leaving the scene.
Yang Zhi snorted. "What a coward! Blood Robe Sect Master, you and I will join