Demons and Ghosts Face Off!
The burly man radiated a sinister aura that inspired awe. Anyone who came within a hundred paces of him could be injured by it. Lin Bai did not need to think hard to know that this man was Blade Dao Soul.
A powerful expert had once fallen in the Azure Ruins Battlefield, leaving behind the treasured saber he had carried. After years of being nourished by the sinister aura, a ghost cultivator gradually came into being within the saber. This was Blade Dao Soul!
After Blade Dao Soul gained sentience, he obtained peerless saber techniques from that saber, allowing him to establish himself in the Azure Ruins Battlefield within a short time. Unfortunately, Blade Dao Soul acted recklessly and lawlessly, provoking the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor, who forced him into the Eighteen Levels Palace. Only then did he manage to preserve his life.
As for the transcendent figure standing opposite Blade Dao Soul, he resembled an exiled immortal who had descended to the mortal realm, with a faint demonic aura radiating from his body. Judging from his clothing and ornaments, Lin Bai recalled that Hu Shui Jing had dressed in the same manner when he had seen him at the Dark Pool. He guessed that this man might be from the Demon Race of the Great Snow Mountain!
Blade Dao Soul was filled with baleful energy, his face savage and hideous, like a demon. The snow-haired man's gaze was ethereal and his bearing extraordinary, like an exiled immortal who had descended to the mortal realm!
"Hah! He's actually a Quasi-Dao Realm martial artist. When did the deterrence of the Eighteen Levels Palace become so weak that even someone in the Quasi-Dao Realm dares to enter?"
"Kid, since you've traveled countless miles to come here and seek