Zi Han was gravely wounded and defeated with a single stomp.
With one punch, the body-tempering cultivator Nan An was nearly smashed to death by Lin Bai.
All of this happened within the span of a single breath. Everyone was so terrified by Lin Bai's strength that their souls nearly fled their bodies.
Only He Yunsheng, Su Min, and Zi Qing remained on the flaming arena.
The three of them had been just a fraction slower. When they arrived on Lin Bai's flaming arena, they discovered that Zi Han and Nan An had already been defeated with ease.
This forced the three of them to gather all their focus as they watched Lin Bai warily.
"Great River Sword Intent!" After landing, He Yunsheng raised the sword in his hand. A vast sword intent burst forth from him, like a raging river sweeping across heaven and earth.
The sword shot forward, surging like a great river, unstoppable.
Lin Bai glanced sideways at He Yunsheng, a trace of icy mockery curling at the corner of his lips. Just as that devastating sword from He Yunsheng was about to reach him—
Lin Bai neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the sword to strike him.
That sword intent, comparable to a river tempest, crashed into Lin Bai, only to vanish instantly without causing him the slightest injury.
"How is this possible!" He Yunsheng cried out as he stared at Lin Bai.
Lin Bai said, "I told you, your swordsmanship is flashy but feeble!"
Lin Bai immediately raised his hand and seized He Yunsheng from in front of him. Grabbing him by the neck, he forcibly lifted him into the air.
The Great River Tribe's number-one genius was lifted by Lin Bai as effortlessly as a little chick.
"Let go of me..." He Yunsheng roared, his