The Gentle Sword, unstoppable.
This sword had no fancy glow, no enchanting colors, no earth-shattering booms.
Just as gentle as the breeze brushing the face of the lake, like a wife’s warm hand stroking her husband’s cheeks.
Gentle, yet filled with killing intent!
Murong Yeshen’s heart pounded furiously, his face filled with panic. Only when he was under Lin Bai’s sword, could he feel the infinite power of this sword!
In desperation, Murong Yeshen roared angrily, and behind him, the White-Haired Ape with its teeth bared and claws spread suddenly sprang out. Its eyes were blood-red, and its arms swung madly as if rip the heaven and earth apart.
This was Murong Yeshen’s Martial Soul, Mysterious Level Nine, the Tearing Sky Demon Ape!
The arms of the Tearing Sky Demon Ape held the power to tear the sky and crack the earth. Thus, Murong Yeshen could establish the myth of defeating enemies with a single punch!
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This punch could effortlessly kill a Heaven Martial Realm warrior!
At this moment, Murong Yeshen’s power was completely beyond Li Daohen’s!
"Murong Yeshen has actually used his Martial Soul!"
"Yes, it’s Murong Yeshen’s Martial Soul, the Tearing Sky Demon Ape!"
"After deploying his Martial Soul, Murong Yeshen could now stand up to a Heaven Martial Realm warrior. Can Lin Bai win?"
"What is Murong Yeshen up to? This soft sword stroke of Lin Bai’s has no power at all, yet he resorted to using his Martial Soul. Isn’t that overdoing it?"
Many warriors saw how soft and powerless Lin Bai’s sword stroke was, and seeing Murong Yeshen activating his Martial Soul, they suddenly felt that Murong Yeshen was making a mountain out of a molehill.
They all started to laugh.
"We’ve won. The power of Murong Yeshen’s Martial Soul can easily kill Lin Bai." Su Cang calmly picked up his teacup and took a sip as he watched the scene.
From the moment Lin Bai stepped onto the No Return Cliff, he had not relaxed for a moment.
Only seeing Lin Bai die could he finally relax.
And now, with Murong Yeshen employing his Martial Soul, Su Cang was sure that Lin Bai was certain to die.
Only then was he somewhat relieved and took a sip of tea.
"Is this all you’ve got? If so, see you in the next life."
Seeing Murong Yeshen use his Martial Soul, Lin Bai sneered.
The Gentle Sword came calmly.
The sword stroke broke through Murong Yeshen’s attack, and with a flash of the sword, it left a mark on Murong Yeshen’s throat, a mark that would never heal!
Blood splashed everywhere, filling the sky.
This sword stroke cut off half of Murong Yeshen’s neck, but did not kill him immediately.
Murong Yeshen quickly covered the bleeding wound on his neck and retreated with a panicked look. He also took out healing pills from his storage bag and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Is there something wrong with my eyes?"
"Murong Yeshen used his Martial Soul and executed the strongest move of the Black Shura God Fist. Even after using two layers of power, he was defeated by Lin Bai’s single sword stroke."
"My god, is Lin Bai a god descended from heaven?"
Seeing Lin Bai severely injure Murong Yeshen with one sword stroke, all the warriors present screamed, their eyes almost popping out in surprise.
"Phew," Su Cang had just taken a sip of tea when he was startled and spat it out.
"How is this possible! How is this possible!" Su Cang angrily crushed the teacup and screamed in rage.
The Second Elder exclaimed, "We’ve won, we’ve won! Murong Yeshen is severely injured. He can no longer be a match for Lin Bai now!"
Ji Bei’s face was excited, "Lin Bai actually won!"
Both the Second Elder and Ji Bei never expected such an outcome.
They were almost prepared for the worst-case scenario, that is, Lin Bai’s defeat and their subsequent rescue.
So much so, they had already gathered the Sword Alliance warriors, ready to take action.
"Senior Brother Lin Bai..."
"My god, Senior Brother Lin Bai... actually..."
At this moment, the Sword Alliance warriors, including Fang Kong, Lijian Xing, Sun Qian, etc., had all forgotten to cheer for Lin Bai. They were too shocked by what had just transpired and their minds went blank.
Who was Murong Yeshen?
The unbeaten legend of the Spirit Sword Sect’s Inner Gate!
A fist-defeating legend, a myth established in less than three years within the Inner Gate.
Nobody dared to challenge him, and nobody could defeat him!
But today, Lin Bai defeated Murong Yeshen with a single sword stroke!
A single sword stroke...
Had Lin Bai only used one sword stroke.
Did he use others’ tactics against them?
In the past, Murong Yeshen had always defeated his opponents with one punch, and now Lin Bai defeated Murong Yeshen with one sword stroke!
Murong Yeshen stumbled backward, looking at Lin Bai fearfully as he continually retreated. At that moment, he was terrified of Lin Bai.
A warrior who had realized the Martial Arts Divine Ability, Murong Yeshen knew he was no match.
"Lin Bai, Lin Bai..." Murong Yeshen trembled with fear as he spoke to Lin Bai, "Listen to me, we have no deep-rooted hatred, you don’t have to kill me, I swear I will never take action against you again."
"Lin Bai, can you spare me, please let me go, I can leave the Spirit Sword Sect, leave Shenwu Kingdom, and never appear before you again."
Murong Yeshen fearfully spoke to Lin Bai.
A cold smile appeared on Lin Bai’s face, "Murong Yeshen, yesterday when I was badly injured, you didn’t say this. You said then that you only needed one punch to kill me."
"Hehe, it appears your one punch can’t kill me, instead, I killed you with one sword."
"Just now you said that you couldn’t defeat Li Daohen within three punches, I can now clearly tell you, Li Daohen’s power has completely surpassed you. Not to mention three punches, even with thirty punches, three hundred punches, you still can’t defeat Li Daohen."
After his battle with Murong Yeshen, Lin Bai felt that this man was not as powerful as the stories suggested.
On the contrary, the unsung hero Li Daohen took Lin Bai by surprise.
At this moment, Lin Bai had completely felt that Li Daohen’s power had greatly surpassed that of Murong Yeshen.
"I was wrong, Lin Bai, I was wrong, I apologize, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please spare my life." Upon hearing Lin Bai’s words, Murong Yeshen immediately broke out into a cold sweat and said in a flustered manner,
"Sorry, I kneel to you, I kneel to you, please spare my life."
While speaking, Murong Yeshen kneeled on No Return Cliff, continuously bowing to Lin Bai.
"Murong Yeshen has kneeled... he is begging for mercy from Lin Bai..."
"Senior Brother Murong, as a warrior of the Divine Alliance, how can you kneel to a waste with a Yellow Rank First Class Martial Spirit? Stand up!"
"Stand up, Senior Brother Murong!"
"Senior Brother Murong, how can you be !"
"Our Divine Alliance’s legend! You are the pride of our Divine Alliance..."
Many Divine Alliance warriors had tears in their eyes when they saw Murong Yeshen kneel down.
Murong Yeshen was a legend within the Divine Alliance, an object of admiration for all warriors, but at this moment, he was actually kneeling to Lin Bai.
At this moment, the hearts of the Divine Alliance warriors were broken.
Seeing this scene, Su Cang was grinding his teeth in anger, his eyes were wide and tears of blood flowed from his eyes.
Su Cang was defeated!
In this battle, Lin Bai won in a grand way, while Su Cang was utterly defeated!
Su Cang was miserably defeated, even the beacon of the Divine Alliance, the legend among the disciples of the Divine Alliance, the object of adoration of the Divine Alliance warriors, was now kneeling under Lin Bai’s sword begging for mercy.
The formerly formidable Divine Alliance had become a joke within the Spirit Sword Sect with Murong Yeshen’s kneeling today.
With tears of blood in his eyes, Su Cang roared with immense hatred.
Su Cang had sensed long ago in his heart that Lin Bai would be his fated adversary, and he had always wanted to defeat Lin Bai.
At this moment, Su Cang detested himself, detested his own arrogance and haughtiness.
Now Su Cang had a sudden clear realization, if it weren’t for his arrogance and haughtiness, the day Lin Bai slaughtered the Divine Alliance warriors at the outer sect, he should have killed Lin Bai without hesitation, nipping this dangerous bud in the bud.
If it were not for his arrogance and haughtiness, how could he have given Lin Bai three months to recuperate and prepare for the bloody battle at No Return Cliff!
These three months gave Lin Bai an opportunity to catch his breath and cultivate!
But now it was too late to regret.
Su Cang was very clear that it was too late for anything now.
Because Lin Bai’s wings had already grown large.
Lin Bai already possessed the power to kill Murong Yeshen, which meant that Lin Bai’s fighting power had reached the peak of the Heaven Martial Realm and had entered the ranks of the higher echelons of the Spirit Sword Sect disciples.
It was now impossible to easily kill Lin Bai.
"An instant of kindness, arrogance, and self-importance, ruined the Divine Alliance that I painstakingly built over more than ten years!" Su Cang clenched his fists, tears streaking down his face.
With the kneeling of Murong Yeshen, the spirit of the Divine Alliance was scattered, and the Divine Alliance now was essentially non-existent.
Under the astonished eyes of all the warriors of the Spirit Sword Sect, Murong Yeshen continuously bowed to Lin Bai and kept begging for mercy.
"Father Lin Bai, Grandfather Lin Bai, don’t kill me, don’t kill me!"
With a begging look on his face, Murong Yeshen spoke to Lin Bai, tears streaming down his eyes.
Seeing Murong Yeshen at this moment, Lin Bai’s face gradually became cold. He lifted his sword and coldly said: "Warriors cultivate their bodies with the Qi of heaven and earth, they fight with their lives in their hands, stand tall and proud, reaching for the sun, moon, and stars above, stepping on the netherworld below, how majestic, how heroic?"
"Geniuses, possessing the Qi Yun of the great Dao in their life, awakening the contrary Martial Soul in their hearts, unparalleled in the world, advancing to compete with powerful figures, retreating to protect the peace of their homeland, how dazzling, how glorious?"
"Murong Yeshen, you’re both a warrior and a genius, yet you’re so disappointing."
"You’re not worthy of being called a martial arts genius, you’re even less worthy of being called a warrior!"
Lin Bai looked at Murong Yeshen with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
Hearing these two sentences from Lin Bai, Murong Yeshen was stunned and fell into deep thought.
"If you hadn’t kneeled down to beg for mercy, you could have died with dignity, dying heroically in battle. But once you kneel..., you lose everything..." With the cold and ruthless gaze, Lin Bai lifted his Sinister Wind Sword and slashed down angrily!
Blood splattered all over. Lin Bai’s sword sliced off Murong Yeshen’s head!
His head fell to the ground, his face, and eyes filled with boundless regret.
It was unknown whether he regretted making Lin Bai his enemy or he regretted kneeling to Lin Bai.
But these were not important anymore, he was already dead...