"Tuo Baxin, this has nothing to do with you. You should leave first."
"They came for me."
Lin Bai's expression was cold and indifferent. The four flying swords circling him and the demonic sword in his hand simultaneously flared with a bone-chilling radiance.
Now, tens of thousands of meters beneath the earth, Lin Bai clearly had nowhere to flee. As far as he was concerned, there was only one path left—a fight.
"Brother Lin, you can't put it that way." Tuo Baxin smiled and walked over to stand shoulder to shoulder with Lin Bai. "If they had specifically said they were here to seek revenge on you, I naturally wouldn't meddle."
"But since they said they came for the Nine-Headed Dragon Serpent, wanting its soul and bones, then this concerns me as well."
"After all, the Nine-Headed Dragon Serpent was hunted down by the two of us together. I absolutely can't stand by and do nothing."
Lin Bai wore a bitter smile. When Northern Region martial artists came to seek revenge on him, they naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to say outright that they had come for Lin Bai. If they did, it would be tantamount to openly declaring war on the martial artists of the Eastern Region.
That was why they had borrowed the pretext of competing for the Nine-Headed Dragon Serpent to come provoke trouble.
However, Lin Bai could also see that Tuo Baxin naturally understood the reasoning behind it, yet he had still resolutely stayed behind to help Lin Bai.
Lin Bai knew what Tuo Baxin meant, so he did not insist that he leave.
The two understood each other's intentions, and there was no need for any more pointless words.
Lin Bai asked directly, "How much do you know about the Soul Refining Sect, one of