Lin Bai struck out with his sword. Without caring whether he could shake Zhang Zun, he turned and fled on his sword.
Zhang Zun possessed cultivation at the Dao Venerable level, and his depths were unfathomable. If Lin Bai continued fighting him for long, he would only be asking for trouble.
Even if Lin Bai unleashed the Devouring Sword Soul, he might not be able to kill Zhang Zun.
Zhang Zun's strength was probably even greater than Fang Yunhe of Cloud Crane Town.
The moment Lin Bai flew away on his sword, the waters of the nearby Immortal Corpse River suddenly exploded, surging into the sky and crashing into him like a flood dragon.
Lin Bai's eyes widened in shock. He hurriedly activated the Taiji Two Forms Sword Formation to protect himself, but he was still sent flying by that tremendous force. He landed miserably in the forest, blood spilling from his mouth.
"Damn it!"
Lin Bai let out a low growl and flipped back to his feet, only to find Zhang Zun already standing before him. Zhang Zun raised his hand and struck straight toward Lin Bai's face.
At that moment, Lin Bai barely had time to think before immediately mobilizing the Devouring Sword Soul within him, intending to fight with his back to the wall.
But at that critical instant, from the horizon beneath the night sky, a divine radiance pierced the darkness and struck Zhang Zun's arm, forcing him back!
Zhang Zun retreated a thousand meters and landed on the tip of an ancient tree. He glared coldly toward the horizon, his expression darkening. "Xiao Ji, must you oppose Red Hill City?"
"Heh heh, Lord Zhang Zun, you jest. I have no intention of making an enemy of Red Hill City. It is merely that Qing Luo