The more than twenty injured Serpent Hall martial artists realized they were no match for Lin Bai. They immediately turned back, grabbed Yan Guang, and tried to flee.
Yan Guang was the son of the Serpent Hall Master. Strictly speaking, he was also their young master.
If anything happened to Yan Guang, then even if they made it back alive, the Serpent Hall Master would probably kill them.
Therefore, they would certainly do everything they could to protect Yan Guang's life.
Seeing that the Serpent Hall martial artists were still taking Yan Guang with them as they fled for their lives, Lin Bai became even more certain that this man's origins were extraordinary. With a feral grin at the corner of his mouth, he stepped onto his flying sword and instantly appeared in front of the fleeing group, blocking their path!
Yan Guang came back to his senses. His expression was grim, and he too realized that Lin Bai would be difficult to deal with. Under the protection of the Serpent Hall martial artists, Yan Guang pretended to remain calm and said, "Brother, why go this far? If you let me leave today, the Sixteen Immortal Docks will certainly send you a generous gift in the future. If you have nowhere to go, the Sixteen Immortal Docks is willing to support you for the rest of your life!"
"Do I look like a three-year-old child to you? Am I that easy to fool?" Lin Bai sneered as he raised his demonic sword, his eyes still cold and utterly unchanged.
People in despair could promise anything, and none of it could be trusted lightly. Especially when the enemy was strong and one's own side was weak—once the powerful enemy recovered their senses, the weaker side would have no chance of survival.