Fourth Trial! Fear and Inner Demons!

As Lin Bai stepped into the fourth trial.

The martial artists before Ascension Tower cried out once more: "Lin Bai passed! Unbelievable—he actually found the flaws in his swordsmanship and defeated both clay figures in the space of just a dozen breaths."

"How did he do it?"

"Exactly. Could it be that the swordsmanship he cultivated is very low-level?"

Many martial artists spoke with bewildered expressions.

"Lin Bai was the first to pass the third trial. He rose from the ninth stone stele to the first, and even suppressed Qin Beiao and Long Qingfeng."

Seeing Lin Bai on the first stone stele, all the martial artists present were left utterly dumbfounded.

He had defeated the clay puppet of the third trial in just a dozen breaths. In the Divine Relic Ridge examination, such a thing had never happened before.

Seeing this scene, Liu Jingfeng's eyes immediately narrowed. "How is this possible? Throughout history, the time needed to pass the third trial has generally been around half an hour. Yet he did it in just a dozen breaths?"

"Just what method did he use to pass?"

Liu Jingfeng's eyes flashed as he spoke coldly.

Pei Ji said indifferently, "Lin Bai passed in a dozen breaths. That can only mean that he is extremely familiar with his own swordsmanship and can clearly identify its flaws and weaknesses..."

"Lin Bai's comprehension of the Sword Dao is probably extraordinarily high!"

"He is a rare sword cultivator genius."

Pei Ji's eyes gleamed, and he had already begun considering taking Lin Bai as his disciple.

However, just as this thought arose, Pei Ji suddenly remembered something. He looked at Liu Jingfeng, whose face was filled with killing intent, and ultimately shook his head slightly once more, suppressing the thought of accepting a disciple.

Pei Ji had