A sword split the sky, and Zhao Yian died.
The Princess of Liang Wang, Chu Tinghan, and Chu Tingxue both showed subtle changes in expression. Chu Tinghan was especially affected; she had believed Lin Bai to be all reputation and no substance, and held him in particular contempt.
Over the years, she had seen quite a few warriors like Lin Bai—men with tremendous fame but little real strength.
She had thought Lin Bai was another fraud who had deceived the world and stolen a reputation, but she had never expected him to possess genuine ability.
"What a formidable sword..." Chu Tinghan's pretty face turned slightly cold, and a sharp glint swirled in her eyes.
"Scared? Didn't you look down on Lin Bai?" Chu Tingxue teased with a laugh.
Chu Tinghan ignored Chu Tingxue. Her phoenix eyes remained fixed on Lin Bai as she carefully observed his every move.
Her gaze did not draw Lin Bai's attention. After all, everyone's eyes were on him now.
Inside the Ascension Celestial Palace!
Pan Qing, the Ancestor of Tianshui Sect, slapped the table and rose on the spot, shouting, "Good! Good! That sword of Lin Bai's was truly beautiful!"
"One shameless bastard fewer in this world. Everyone, we should all raise a cup to celebrate this joyous occasion!"
The Ancestor of Tianshui Sect, Pan Qing, laughed heartily. Though he suggested that everyone raise a cup together, the others remained unmoved, their gazes involuntarily turning toward the Ancestor and several elders of Heaven and Earth Gate.
They saw the Ancestor and elders of Heaven and Earth Gate sitting in their seats with faces as dark as water, their bodies radiating a gloomy and terrifying aura.
"Damn it!" the Ancestor of Heaven and Earth Gate snarled repeatedly in his heart, his icy gaze fixed on Lin