High above the ground, Lin Bai sat on his flying sword and stared coldly at the three Quasi-Dragon Sons.
That moment just now had truly been perilous beyond measure.
Lin Bai had just broken through the combined attack of the three Quasi-Dragon Sons when Ao Hai launched a sneak attack at the critical moment.
He should have died beneath the Dragon Breath.
Fortunately, the flying sword had left his body in time. The Sword Control Art was activated instantly, its speed erupting to the extreme as it carried Lin Bai up into the boundless sky, dodging the Dragon Breath that was certain to kill him.
"How did he do that?"
Within Storm City, Li Zai'en stared at Lin Bai high in the sky, dumbfounded.
"Was that the Sword Control Art he used when he escaped from me?"
"He actually managed to cultivate the Sword Control Art to such a level. Could he truly be a successor of the Flying Sword Devil Sect?"
Inside a nine-story tower, Prince Yan rubbed his fingers against the corner of his clothes, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Within Tianshui Sect, inside the Overturned Water Hall.
The many elders and the Sect Master were all astonished when they saw Lin Bai escape death by a hair's breadth.
Even the Grand Elder, who had always harbored hostility toward Lin Bai, now had an incredulous look in his eyes.
The Overturned Water Hall was utterly silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was so shocked that they were speechless for a long time.
After Xuanhuo Island was shattered, Qiao Mo, Qin Yao, and the others retreated ten thousand miles and stood atop the sea, watching the battle on the ruined island from afar!
Without a doubt, with the three Quasi-Dragon Sons joining forces,