Bai Di swept his Spirit Eye over the three, then said slowly, "Sorry for the trouble, seniors."
With that, he prepared to retreat into the Demon Soil.
After all, during his clash with those eight, he had already used the Five-Colored Extreme Demon Art to gather more than enough of the heroes' bearing from them.
But just as he turned, an invisible sword intent stopped an inch before his eyes.
Without the lotus platform beneath his feet protecting him, this second Dharma body of his would have gained another wound.
"I nearly forgot about you. Then again, if this peerless sword intent of yours were missing from my path to Dao attainment, it could hardly be called perfect."
Bai Di looked at the murderous Ye Chenfeng and spoke with narrowed eyes.
Though he had now gathered all the heroes' bearing he needed to attain the Dao, it was as he had said.
Among the experts beneath the Venerables of Azure Waves, it could never be complete without Ye Chenfeng.
A battle between the two of them was inevitable.
But just as Bai Di was about to step forward, the old monster who practiced divination came up to him as though taking the matter off his hands. Through Thought Transmission, he said, "Leave this young sword cultivator to me. He looks fierce enough to give me a satisfying fight."
Bai Di turned to the old monster. A faint trace of disdain lay in his calm gaze as he replied, "Are you certain you want to fight him, senior? He's exceptionally difficult to deal with—even more troublesome than those eight."
Sensing the doubt in Bai Di's words, the old monster raised an eyebrow, faintly displeased.
He was a Treading Void cultivator who had descended to the Lower Realm. Back when he had