"Have you used up all your tricks?"
Lin Bai struck out with one palm, forcing Pan Hun back.
Pan Hun was exhausted and gasping for breath as he landed on a huge rock a thousand meters away, glaring viciously at Lin Bai.
"Nonsense!"
"I've been a disciple of the Tianshui Sect for over a thousand years and cultivated countless mystic arts and secret techniques. How could I have used them all up in just a few hours?"
Pan Hun roared stubbornly.
But inwardly, he was utterly shocked.
Although he had been a disciple of the Tianshui Sect for a long time and cultivated many Mystic Arts and Dao Arts, he only had a few truly powerful techniques.
Unfortunately, none of those few Mystic Arts and Dao Arts had inflicted the slightest damage on Lin Bai.
"Hehe, if you still have tricks up your sleeve, then why did you use the same sword technique?"
"You used 'Dragon's Cry of the Nine Seas' before, and just now, you used it again!"
"As a sword cultivator, you should understand that using the same move against the same person a second time, without producing any extraordinary effect, isn't a wise choice!"
"If you hadn't run out of options, why would you repeat an old trick?"
Lin Bai gave a cold laugh as he stared at Pan Hun and exposed his weakness.
The muscles at the corners of Pan Hun's eyes twitched, and a viciousness surfaced in his gaze.
A trace of wariness toward Lin Bai began to rise in his heart.
"This man is far too strange. I only secretly used 'Dragon's Cry of the Nine Seas' once, yet he actually noticed it."
"Moreover, this man seems to understand sword techniques exceptionally well, as if he knows the path of every move I make!"