Abyssal Phantom Sword!
"Please, go ahead!" Lin Bai watched Su Tingzong with a calm smile, his expression relaxed and composed.
Seeing how relaxed Lin Bai looked made Su Tingzong very displeased. In the past, martial artists who had fought him had either shown fear and apprehension or worn solemn expressions.
Never had a martial artist dared to stand before Su Tingzong so relaxed and composed.
This made Su Tingzong feel as though he had been provoked.
Su Tingzong said coldly, "Are you provoking me?"
Lin Bai frowned, then gave a bitter smile. "When did I provoke you?"
Su Tingzong said coldly, "Ever since I, Su Tingzong, awakened my martial soul in the Sword Pavilion Tribe, no martial artist has ever dared stand before me without showing reverence!"
"And yet you dare remain so composed?"
Lin Bai immediately grew somewhat displeased. Su Tingzong actually thought that failing to show fear and apprehension amounted to provoking him. Thus, he said irritably, "My face is attached to my body. I'll smile if I want to. What business is it of yours?"
Su Tingzong gave a disdainful snort. "I'll smash your face to pieces!"
Lin Bai also began to feel annoyed. His expression turned considerably colder as he said, "Say that after you have the ability to do it!"
Su Tingzong said coldly, "Fine. Then I'll show you whether I have that ability! Where is your sword? Draw it!"
Lin Bai silently took a wooden sword from his Storage Bag and gripped it in his hand.
Su Tingzong stared strangely at the wooden sword in Lin Bai's hand and laughed disdainfully. "That's it? You plan to defeat me with that wooden sword? Don't you have a decent weapon?"
Lin Bai said, "A wooden sword is enough to defeat you!"
"As for whether I have