Bathed in golden light, Lin Bai walked to the peak of the Sword Saint Mountain with an expressionless face.
At the top of Sword Saint Mountain, a wooden sword that had been inserted into the ground for an unknown number of years was now completely pulled out from the earth. It hovered in mid-air, its sword tip directed at Lin Bai, emitting a chilling gleam.
"I just wanted to ask one thing when I got here — how many people under heaven still want to kill me!"
"Let them all come, one by one. Any other way would be a waste of time!"
Lin Bai stated coldly, looking at the wooden sword.
An emotionless voice echoed in Lin Bai's ears: "Arrogant and complacent, you'll never know the kind of powerful enemy you're about to face!"
Lin Bai asked coldly: "Who are you? Declare your name. Lin Mou does not kill the nameless under his sword!"
The voice replied: "Who I am does not matter, all you need to do is wait for death!"
