Ao Jie and Ao Qing's deepest, most terrifying memory quietly resurfaced.
That day, outside the Deep Sea Spring, Ao Jie and Ao Qing had joined forces, yet had nearly been beaten to death by Lin Bai.
To this day, Ao Jie and Ao Qing had told no one about it—not even Prince Yan knew.
After all, to Ao Jie and Ao Qing, this was a lifelong humiliation.
As two of the three Quasi-Dragon Sons of the Flood Dragon Clan and renowned rising stars of the Water Mirror Sea, if they had joined forces and still lost to a Ninth-Rank Dao God martial artist—
If word got out, wouldn't they become the laughingstock of the world?
"It's you!"
Ao Jie and Ao Qing's powerful bodies trembled.
Although Lin Bai had worn a mask that day and concealed his form, now that they saw Lin Bai's gaze and sensed his aura again, they instantly confirmed that the mysterious expert who had fought them outside the Deep Sea Spring that day was this Ninth-Rank Dao God martial artist standing before them.
Ao Jie and Ao Qing gradually began to retreat. They knew perfectly well that if the fight continued, they would very likely both die at Lin Bai's hands.
From the astonished cries of Ao Jie and Ao Qing, Ao Hai seemed to detect something unusual, but he did not ask further. He merely noticed that their movements already carried the intent to withdraw, and his eyes narrowed in surprise.
He had no idea what had happened between Lin Bai and Ao Jie and Ao Qing to make the two of them so apprehensive.
"It's time to end this."
Lin Bai raised the demon sword in his hand and looked at the three Quasi-Dragon Sons.
Strands of razor-sharp sword intent spread through the