"Looks like this old man underestimated him."
The purple-robed elder of the Flying Sword Devil Sect arrived at the edge of the pool, and his expression immediately changed.
The pool was a deep green, while the candlelight from the lanterns around it reflected off the surface, turning it golden.
The water was calm and still, but upon closer inspection, one could see that under the surface, hidden currents were surging.
The purple-robed elder narrowed his eyes. His gaze stabbed into the water like a sharp sword, and he sensed the sword intent Lin Bai had left behind in the pool.
At that moment, the elder's heart trembled. His narrowed eyes involuntarily widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and a look of terror appeared on his face.
When his gaze fell toward the bottom of the pool, he seemed to see every drop of water transform into an indestructible sharp sword, stabbing toward him.
"The sword has been condensed for ten thousand years, yet its intent still hasn't dispersed..." The purple-robed elder murmured in shock. "He must have at least reached the level of a third-revolution Sword Heart to achieve this, right?"
"If Wolf Marquis has truly reached the level of a third-revolution Sword Heart, then I'm afraid there really isn't anyone in the Flying Sword Devil Sect who can draw his sword!"
This elder of the Flying Sword Devil Sect was no ordinary person. He was a genuine martial artist at the "high-grade Grand Luo Dao Fruit realm," only one step away from the legendary "Primal Chaos Dao Fruit."
The Flying Sword Devil Sect was also a sword cultivation sect proficient in the arts of sword cultivators. With one glance, he could naturally distinguish Lin Bai's strength.
Just as the purple-robed elder furrowed his brow and pondered a countermeasure, Luo Yu's