Fleeting Horizon!
The black-clad man, who had been driven a thousand zhang beneath the earth, rapidly bored through the rock and soil, burst out from underground, and landed beside his companion.
When he looked at Lin Bai again, not a trace of contempt remained in his eyes. Instead, they were filled with deep apprehension.
"This man is strange!"
"How did he manage that with cultivation at the seventh-grade Dao God Realm?"
"That heavy sword in his hand is only a mid-grade Dao Divine Weapon, yet when that sword struck me just now, I truly felt as though an entire mountain had come crashing down..."
The two rapidly exchanged useful information and became twelve times more vigilant, focusing all their attention on dealing with Lin Bai.
The mysterious man who had been fighting Leng Xingguang in the distance could not help roaring at this moment, "Be careful! He possesses a Sword Heart. Every move he makes and every technique he uses has reached the pinnacle of the Sword Dao. He is no ordinary sword cultivator. If you are even slightly careless, you may very well die by his hand!"
Leng Xingguang had also seen Lin Bai's sword strike just now. He was instantly shocked, secretly clicking his tongue in amazement. That sword... How did he do it? How did it suddenly appear behind him? How could it possess such terrifying power? As expected, I'm not the only monster in this world!
Leng Xingguang came back to his senses and took advantage of the mysterious man's distraction. A palm imbued with the power of ice and snow struck him in the chest, sending him flying backward while vomiting blood.
"Losing focus while fighting an enemy isn't a good idea."
Having landed his blow, Leng Xingguang smiled smugly.
"Hmph, hmph. Ignorant brat, so