"Want to kill me?"
"With what?"
Bai Cha looked coldly at Lin Changfeng. She raised her hand and tilted her head back as a willow leaf and the Taiji Circle shimmered.
An aura belonging to the Extreme Realm burst from her, surging up to the heavens and down to the earth.
In an instant, Vital Energy began to boil.
Bai Cha had a unique constitution and was naturally sensitive. Before coming to the Zhenlong River region, she had sensed a few ominous signs in advance, intuitively realizing she might encounter danger. That was why she had swallowed her pride and asked her master and Jiang Yan for ways to protect herself.
Now, it seemed that the danger she had sensed had come in the form of Lin Changfeng.
But danger was danger; carrying the imprints of two Extreme Realm martial artists, she was not the least bit flustered.
"No wonder Junior Sister Bai Cha is so calm. So you have something to rely on. But..."
Lin Changfeng stared straight at Bai Cha and suddenly sneered.
"But don't forget, I am the Sword Child of the Wuliang Sword Sect, and my master once protected me too."
"I also have an Extreme Realm martial artist's imprint..."
He took a step back, then abruptly spread his arms. His body shuddered, and his top burst apart, revealing a sword-shaped tattoo carved across his chest.
In an instant, the sword-shaped tattoo came alive and shone with dazzling light.
Runes rose one after another, gathering above Lin Changfeng's head into a silver-white longsword that likewise radiated the power of the Extreme Realm.
This was one of Lin Changfeng's trump cards. Before the Wuliang Sword Sect had been destroyed, while his master was still alive, his master had blessed him too, giving him an extra measure of