Blood Had Not Filled the River, Yet the Sword Had Not Returned to Its Sheath!
"Long time no see, mortal world!" Xuan Tong threw back his head and laughed happily.
Tang Shu was so terrified that he lost all sense of direction, stumbling backward again and again. He had clearly sensed the life force fading from Lin Bai's body—Lin Bai should have been dead. But why had he suddenly come back to life?
"Lin Bai... you—you—you... are you human or a ghost?" Tang Shu pointed at Lin Bai and roared.
Lin Bai rose from the ground. His pair of blood-red eyes opened fully, and he looked at Tang Shu with a feral grin. "Brother, you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Lin Bai. My name is... Xuan Tong!"
Mo Ling's face was full of astonishment. Lin Bai had clearly died beneath her Carefree Corpse Bone Powder, so why was he still alive?
"Senior Brother Tang Shu, don't waste your breath on him. He was poisoned by me and is bound to die. Although he hasn't completely died yet, we can send him on his way!" Mo Ling said coldly.
"This poison is pretty good. It suits my taste—and it's nourishing!" Xuan Tong gave a sinister smile. The demonic flower in his eyes flashed, and all the poison in his body was absorbed by it. Not only had the demonic flower suffered no damage, but after absorbing the toxins, it seemed even more vigorous and powerful!
Xuan Tong looked coldly at Mo Ling and chuckled. "I owe my return to daylight to your poison. To repay you, I can promise that when you die by my hand later, I'll make sure you feel no pain whatsoever!"
For some reason, when Mo Ling heard Lin Bai say this, cold sweat poured