Above Su Tingzong's head, a rusty long sword loomed in the black mist. Crimson bloodstains, seemingly not yet dried, could be seen across its blade.
The pressure and fluctuations of power spreading from that sword were more than the martial artists around the lotus platform could bear. They rose from their seats one after another and retreated into the distance.
Su Tingzong's expression was vicious, and his eyes were cold as he stared at Lin Bai. He said icily, "You? A mere ant, and you dare provoke me! I possess a God-Rank Soul. Even if you are a sword cultivator, you should kneel at my feet and tremble!"
Su Tingzong looked at Lin Bai with utter arrogance.
"A God-Rank Soul?" Lin Bai stared at the Martial Soul above Su Tingzong's head in surprise.
This was already the second God-Rank Soul Lin Bai had seen.
The first had belonged to Ye Jianjun, who had already died at Lin Bai's hands.
Su Tingzong glared at Lin Bai and roared furiously, "Do you still want to fight me? I refuse to believe you can steal-learn my Martial Soul Secret Method as well!"
Su Tingzong believed that Lin Bai had been secretly learning his swordsmanship. Thus, he had now unleashed his Martial Soul, intending to defeat Lin Bai outright.
There was no denying that this was indeed a way to deal with him.
After all, Martial Soul Secret Methods had no manuals or sword forms. A Martial Soul Secret Method was, in essence, a special kind of power.
"Do you still want to fight?" After unleashing his God-Rank Soul, confidence once again burned in Su Tingzong's eyes. He firmly believed that Lin Bai would be scared witless beneath his God-Rank Soul, losing even the courage to fight.
Lin Bai chuckled softly. "So what if