Crimson-red sword intent shot into the skies above Ning'an City, drawing the attention of quite a few martial artists.
But after sensing the terrifying power contained within the crimson-red sword intent, some martial artists wanted to come over and investigate. Yet they also feared that power and no longer dared approach recklessly.
The area where Lin Bai was locked in battle with the five martial artists lay within East City of Ning'an City, where many martial artists had originally lived.
However, with the great battle on the Mutian Plains having begun, a large number of martial artists from Ning'an City had gone to the main battlefield. There were not many martial artists left behind in the city.
Thus, hardly any martial artists could be seen in East City. It looked exactly like an empty city.
"Sword intent?"
"Crimson-red sword intent?"
"Just what is this person's background? I've never heard of any lineage or sect within the territory of the Seven Nights Divine Sect that inherits such strange sword intent."
The five martial artists were stunned for a brief moment, somewhat astonished by the Mystic Arts and Dao Arts Lin Bai had displayed.
But it lasted only an instant. In the next moment, they launched their attacks. At once, the power erupting from the Divine Weapons and Mystic Arts and Dao Arts swept toward Lin Bai like a storm.
Crackling sounds rang out as the surrounding space was crushed into fragments by a small hand seal, revealing the pale, pitch-black depths of the void.
The crimson-red sword light was as scarlet as blood. It slashed across from beneath this person's neck, moving as swiftly as lightning.
The sword light condensed into a red point and pierced through this person's brow.
"Even if it's you, I reckon it would be difficult to