Wu He lay on the ground, his entire body drenched in blood. A sword scar that was difficult to erase ran across his chest, blood gushing from it without end.
His whole body had gone numb. He murmured, "How is this possible... I... actually lost to him again!"
Meanwhile, Lu Song and Zhao Xing, who were on the spirit ship, were both utterly dumbfounded by Lin Bai.
With just a few casual sword strikes, he had defeated the Quasi-Holy Sons who had long been famous throughout the Eastern Continent Academy. With a single raise and fall of his hand and sword, he had even defeated Wu He.
"How is this possible..." Lu Song muttered in disbelief. "Holy Son Wu He, isn't he a Holy Son of the Eastern Continent Academy? Isn't he the strongest genius in the Eastern Continent right now? How could he possibly lose to Lin Bai? How could he! No, no, no! This isn't real, this isn't real! Holy Son Wu He can't lose!"
Lu Song looked painfully at Wu He, who lay on the ground unable to stand, unwilling to believe the scene before his eyes.
Zhao Xing, however, chuckled. "As expected, there is only one strongest genius in the Eastern Continent, and that is Lin Bai!"
"What peerless bearing! At least for the next ten years, no one will be able to surpass Lin Bai!"
Zhao Xing chuckled.
Just then, ten warships of the Chu Family Army came speeding over from the distant sky.
Behind the Chu Family Army's warships, several thousand more warships came surging over in mighty ranks.
Chu Jiangliu descended from one of the warships. Seeing several Quasi-Holy Sons lying in pools of blood, his gaze narrowed slightly. He clasped his fists and called out, "Sword King, I'm late!"
Lin Bai smiled.