The Storm Subsides!
"Because they knew your words meant sending them to their deaths!" Lin Bai said with a light laugh. "Before absolute power, everything is just floating clouds!"
"If you arranged for them to kill a weak martial artist, they would obey at once!"
"But now you've ordered them to deal with someone even you can't handle. Knowing full well they're being sent to their deaths, who would still be willing to serve you?"
"Although the people in Badlands Prefecture are all desperate outlaws, they're still human. Even ants cling to life, let alone people who never wanted to die in the first place!"
Lin Bai said scornfully, "Now that things have come to this, Crimson Alliance Leader, will you hand over your head yourself, or shall I come and take it?"
The Crimson Alliance Leader glared viciously at Lin Bai. With a clang, he drew the sharp sword from its sheath and pointed it at Lin Bai. "I'm a martial artist at the eighth stage of the Apex Realm, while you're merely at the third stage. What are you going to use to kill me? Do you really think I'm that dead fatso from the Black Alliance?"
"Since you've come here to seek death today, I'll grant your wish!"
As he spoke, the Crimson Alliance Leader shot forward with his sword, killing his way toward Lin Bai.
At that very moment, sword light swept across the sky, and three-colored flames of aura rose around Lin Bai. His cultivation reached the sixth stage of the Apex Realm.
In the blink of an eye, the two sword lights violently collided in midair, and flashes of lightning and peals of thunder erupted in a crisscrossing storm.
Pfft—
In an instant, the Crimson Alliance Leader, who had charged toward Lin Bai, collapsed