Purgatory Seventy-Two Kills!
As they spoke, Dong Dian pulled a sheet of white paper from his robes and placed it on the small table before him. He then unfolded it, revealing a blood-red sword drawn upon it.
The blood-colored sword on the white paper looked as though it had been painted with actual blood.
When Lin Bai's gaze fell upon the blood-colored sword on the paper, it seemed to come alive in his eyes. Blood flowed along its blade, radiating waves of crimson light. Slowly, it peeled away from the paper and shot straight toward the space between Lin Bai's brows.
Lin Bai did not resist, allowing the blood-colored sword image to stab into his brow.
Lin Bai felt a sharp pain in his head, and his eyes snapped shut. Within his heart, the blood-colored sword transformed into a blood-red figure that began to wield the sword. Every move brimmed with bloodlust and dominance; every stroke aimed to take a life, every technique vicious and ruthless. It was as though the sword would never stop unless its strike claimed the opponent's life, surging forward with an indomitable momentum that sought to cut its way through hell.
The sword techniques played out within Lin Bai's mind.
One blood-colored figure slowly became two, two became three, three became four... In the end, seventy-two figures manifested within Lin Bai's mind, all wielding their swords in unison. Their swordsmanship was domineering and merciless, their sword intent soaring into the heavens and annihilating the gods. Finally, the seventy-two figures merged into one, and a single sword seemed to thrust straight into Lin Bai's eyes.
At that moment, Lin Bai suddenly opened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief and shock.
When Lin Bai opened his eyes, Dong Dian's figure had long since vanished before him.