The blade aura and sword qi crisscrossed wildly, and the world ahead was instantly left in utter ruin. The mountains and forests shattered with a thunderous roar.
"Hmph, judging by this man's Mystic Arts and Dao Arts, he should be dead by now. Let's go find his Storage Bag." The old man withdrew his hands, and the thick spiritual power in his palms dissipated. Looking at the ravaged sky and earth before him, a cold sneer curled at the corner of his lips. He did not need to think much about it. Under his Mystic Arts and Dao Arts, an ordinary ninth-grade Dao Venerable could hardly resist. He was certain that Lin Bai was as good as dead.
Just as the old man took a step forward, a breeze suddenly swept across the world, scattering the smoke and dust. A man dressed in black walked out of the wind. The old man's expression froze, and he stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "How is this possible? Under my Mystic Arts and Dao Arts, he didn't suffer the slightest injury?"
The man who walked out was none other than Lin Bai. Under the old man's divine ability just now, not only had Lin Bai survived, he had not even suffered a single wound.
Lin Bai walked out of the storm and raised his hand to examine his fist. He smiled. "It seems I know what level my physical strength has reached now. It can barely rival the Dao Immortal level! Since my physical body has reached the Dao Immortal level, then within the Eternal Trial, I should be invincible!"
"Thank you for being my whetstone, Senior. To repay you, Junior will make sure you die without the slightest pain!" Lin Bai stepped forward, crossed several miles in a flash, and appeared before the