Nan Chu Dynasty, a certain barren mountain!
Lin Bai lay on the ground, covered in blood. The meridians and bones in his body were completely shattered, his expression despondent, his face pale. His eyes were fixed on the five dark shadows approaching from ahead.
These five were Dong Qian, the Holy Guardian Supreme of the Saint Seal Sect, and Yejian Jun, the Junior Sword Master of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect!
The remaining three consisted of a peak-level strongman from the Fenxin Sect, an unparalleled old monster from the Luotian Sect, and a cold, indifferent blade cultivator from the Heavenly Sword Sect!
"Dongfang Bai, your talent is extraordinary, unmatched in sword art, but your spiritual energy is too surging, and you do not know how to temper your sharpness. Today, you've found yourself in this plight—it's your own doing!"
The bald man from the Fenxin Sect spoke coldly.
