As Lin Bai was about to step into the Martial Arts Arena, Wang Heng promptly clasped his hands and apologized, causing Lin Bai's raised foot to halt in midair.
He stared coldly at Wang Heng. After hesitating briefly, he still did not choose to turn back the way he had come.
Instead, he continued walking into the Martial Arts Arena. As the pressure of the Crimson Lotus Sword Intent and Supreme Avatar drew closer, Wang Heng's expression inevitably grew solemn.
Wang Heng had already prepared himself for a great battle.
Seeing this, several elders of the Overturning Heavens Sect darkened in expression. They had already taken the initiative to have Wang Heng admit his mistake and apologize, yet Lin Bai still seemed unwilling to let the matter go.
Wang Zhengyang, the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Saints Mountain, seated in the uppermost area, let out a bitter laugh and said quietly to Chu Junyou, the Crown Prince of Chu:
"Crown Prince, it seems Brother Lin is truly angry."
Chu Junyou, the Crown Prince of Chu, drew a deep breath. He calmly watched Lin Bai's back, his mind filled with a thousand thoughts.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "He has never been the kind of person who will take a beating without fighting back."
"After coming to the Devil Realm, he spent a very long time cultivating his temperament and restraining his sharpness."
"Heh."
"Brother Wang, if you send someone to the Barren Ancient Continent and ask around, you'll know that Brother Lin fought and killed his way to the Devil Realm!"
Wang Zhengyang, the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Saints Mountain, was not surprised in the slightest. After all, there were quite a few martial artists who had ascended from the lower realms.
Any martial artist capable of