A Great Mystic Art User intervened, and the martial contest was halted.
But every martial artist could see that Lin Bai had won this contest.
"You junior!"
After confirming that the Purple-haired Youth was safe and sound, the Purple-Haired Elder revealed himself from above the clouds and looked coldly and mercilessly at Lin Bai.
"Were you trying to kill my grandson just now?"
The Purple-Haired Elder narrowed his eyes, a cold, bloodthirsty intent hidden deep within his gaze.
Although he still maintained human form, he could clearly sense that he was like a lion on the verge of erupting in fury.
This was the real reason he had become enraged.
In martial contests, one had always stopped once the victor was determined.
Earlier, when the Purple-haired Youth had exchanged blows with the other martial artists of the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace, he had sometimes struck heavily, but at least he had never taken anyone's life.
Yet in that instant just now, the Purple-Haired Elder had clearly sensed that if he had not intervened in time, the Purple-haired Youth would certainly have died beneath Lin Bai's sword.
Facing the Purple-Haired Elder's settling of accounts after autumn, Lin Bai smiled faintly and answered frankly, "Yes, but also no!"
The Purple-Haired Elder was somewhat puzzled by this and asked, "Yes is yes, and no is no. What do you mean by 'yes, but also no'?"
Lin Bai replied, "Reporting to Senior, I truly did think of killing him just now, simply because the illusion he cast on me made me see something I did not want to see within the illusion!"
"I had a pent-up grievance in my heart that I wanted to vent."
"So, if Senior believes that I truly wanted to kill your grandson just now, there is absolutely nothing wrong