Lin Bai rushed forward and stood in front of Yi Gu, staring coldly at Pan Hun.
"An sword cultivator!"
Sensing the sword intent emanating from Lin Bai, Pan Hun froze for a moment before laughing. "This world has really changed. Even any Tom, Dick, or Harry can cultivate the sword path now. Heh heh."
Lin Bai said calmly, "That's right. Even trash like you, who's worse than pigs and dogs, can cultivate the sword path. You're truly a disgrace to sword cultivators."
Pan Hun glared at Lin Bai with rage, gnashing his teeth. "Do you know who you're talking to?"
Lin Bai said, "I have no interest in knowing a good-for-nothing."
Zhang Xiuwen flew into a rage. Pointing at Lin Bai and Yi Gu, he shouted, "You two ignorant fools who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth! Do you know that Senior Brother Pan Hun is an expert ranked among the top ten of the Tianshui Dao God Rankings? Hurry up and kneel to apologize to Senior Brother Pan Hun. Otherwise, once Senior Brother gets angry, you'll suffer for it!"
Lin Bai said, "Is being in the top ten of the Tianshui Dao God Rankings really that impressive? You can't even pull out a broken sword!"
Pan Hun ground his teeth. "This sword is a relic left behind by Senior Brother Li Lingtian. It contains the unwilling sword intent he possessed before his death. How could it be so easy to pull out? You're a sword cultivator too. Why don't you go up and give it a try?"
"If even I can't pull it out, I refuse to believe you can."
Lin Bai raised a sword-like brow and asked, "Want to bet?"
Pan Hun asked, "What are we betting?"
Lin Bai asked, "What will you do if I