After Bu Junfeng had honed him, Lin Bai's first move, Crimson Lotus Zhu Xian Sword, from the Red Lotus Swordplay had begun to show its edge.
As the sword came down, a scarlet sword intent descended from the heavens, like a line of blood tears left behind by the firmament, and even more like a blood-red scar left by an immortal or Buddha.
The razor-sharp sword cleaved straight through every defensive measure around Daoist Wu Qisheng, splitting his entire body in two.
With a bang, the two halves of his body fell to the ground, rolling out waves of pungent blood.
Everyone was utterly aghast. Lin Bai's sword had been far too fast and far too powerful—not even the First God Child had had time to rescue him, and even Old Wen and He Gongji had been too late to act.
What shocked everyone even more was... Daoist Wu Qisheng's soul had not escaped either.
One had to know that Daoist Wu Qisheng was no ordinary martial artist, much less a common warrior. He was a prodigy of Daoist rank whom the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace had cultivated for many years.
In the sects and Lineages of the outside world, he would have been considered a figure capable of becoming a Holy Son. Yet a person of such stature had died so casually beneath Lin Bai's sword.
"Just as I thought!" He Gongji immediately narrowed his eyes, both moved and shaken in his heart. "After the Dao debate at Heaven Sword Peak, Lin Bai's strength has clearly risen another level."
"Does killing a Daoist really take only one sword?"
Before the First God Child could recover, he swiftly began demanding an explanation from the Imperial Son.
The Imperial Son snorted coldly, put away his Demon Sword, and walked toward Eternal