A profound sense of sorrow spread among all the warriors.
Not only the Divine Alliance warriors, but even the Sword Alliance warriors and the rest of the individual warriors were immersed in deep sorrow.
The Second Elder and Ji Bei exchanged a glance, sighed lightly, and shook their heads.
Once, how bright was the glory of Murong Yeshen.
How audaciously unique was Murong Yeshen.
Now he had fallen under Lin Bai’s sword.
Murong Yeshen was not just a simple name.
He was the pride of the Divine Alliance, the benchmark for the disciples of the Divine Alliance, the goal that Divine Alliance warriors pursued their whole lives.
He was a warrior admired by all Spirit Sword Sect warriors, a genius standing at the peak of the pyramid.
He was the myth of the Spirit Sword Sect’s Inner Gate, an undefeated legend.
Now, he was buried within the sands of time.
With the departure of this genius, all the Spirit Sword Sect warriors felt mournful.
Having slain Murong Yeshen, Lin Bai stood proudly atop the No Return Cliff with his sword, looking at all the Spirit Sword Sect disciples, looking at the Spirit Sword Sect’s hundred-thousand-mile mountain gate, looking at all directions, looking at all the heavens and realms, and looking at the gods and demons in the sky, roared:
"Today’s battle was not my wish, Lin Bai!"
"Today’s battle wasn’t me, Lin Bai, wanting to indulge in slaughter!"
"Today’s battle was not my Sword Cultivator’s doing!"
"Just because the Divine Alliance was too oppressive, ever since my footstep into the Spirit Sword Sect, the Divine Alliance has stuck to me like a dog-skin plaster, relying on its strength and invincibility to oppress me and ridicule me!"
"They oppress me because my cultivation is low, my martial arts aren’t strong!"
"They ridicule me because my martial soul is weak, my martial arts are limited!"
"I didn’t want my Martial Soul to be of the lowest grade, but when the heavens created me , what could I have done?"
Lin Bai said in anger.
"All I can do is grip the three-foot-long sword in my hand and send those who ridicule me and those who shame me, all of them, into eternal damnation! Those who despise me and those who oppress me, all of them, into a death with no physical remains left!"
"If people insult me, I behead them!"
"If the heavens insult me, I also behead them!"
"With this sword, I will reduce all those who look down on me into ashes!"
While speaking, Lin Bai angrily slashed his sword down.
The boundless sword Qi crashed into the No Return Cliff.
There was a loud noise and a heaven-shaking sword mark was left on the massive body of No Return Cliff.
The sword intention that diffused from the sword mark shattered the sky and pierced through the sun and the moon.
After a heart-shattering roar, Lin Bai stood on the No Return Cliff, with only sorrow left in his heart.
At this moment, Lin Bai let out all the grievances in his heart with a roar.
Upon hearing this, the Second Elder and Ji Bei were shocked, then said bitterly, "We didn’t know enough about him; we didn’t realize how much pain he’s been carrying in his heart."
Ji Bei sighed lightly, "Indeed, it’s not easy for one with a Yellow Level First Grade martial soul to survive in this world where the law of the jungle prevails and the strong are respected."
"The heavens made me ; what should I do?" The Second Elder mutters this phrase.
The martial spirit given to Lin Bai by the heavens was the Yellow Level First Grade.
But even so, what could Lin Bai have done?
All Lin Bai could do was to continue striving, to keep challenging himself and send those who ridiculed him, mocked him, despised him, and oppressed him into eternal damnation with his absolute strength!
At this moment, Lin Bai was standing on the No Return Cliff, overlooking all the other heroes with a defiant expression.
No Return Cliff seemed like a towering Tianshan piercing through the cloud sky, at the peak of this mountain, Lin Bai looked down upon all the heroes of the world, the gods and the devils.
"Today’s battle is not yet over!"
"I, Lin Bai, still stand by my words. Anyone who wishes to kill me, as long as you’re within the Earth Martial Realm, you can come and fight me!"
"But I must also remind you all, once you set foot on No Return Cliff and fight me, you must be prepared to face certain death!"
Lin Bai surveyed his surroundings, speaking arrogantly.
After he finished speaking, Lin Bai sat cross-legged, operating the Great Five Elements Skill to restore the true qi in his body.
Ling Tianzi and Li Shanqing sat facing each other on White Cloud Peak.
Upon hearing Lin Bai’s words, Ling Tianzi stood up solemnly, walked a few steps forward, his hands behind his back, watching Lin Bai sitting cross-legged on No Return Cliff, and fell into deep thought.
"Master." Li Shanqing noticed Ling Tianzi’s expression, and called out softly.
Ling Tianzi sighed lightly, "Shanqing, your junior brother’s martial art path is bound to be arduous. His Yellow Level First Grade Martial Soul will become a laughingstock wherever he goes."
"Master, could a Yellow Level First Grade Martial Soul truly be that ridiculous?" Li Shanqing asked uncomprehendingly, "Isn’t this a world where strength is paramount? Martial Soul only represents potential. But strength is fundamentally important."
"Hehe, Shanqing, being an Emperor-level Martial Soul, of course you would not understand the pain of a Yellow Level Martial Soul." Ling Tianzi shook his head, "But you are also right. In this world, strength is indeed paramount. What’s the use of having a high-grade Martial Soul? When a person dies, they have nothing."
"After this battle, no one in the Spirit Sword Sect would dare to ridicule Lin Bai for his Martial Soul."
Ling Tianzi spoke softly.
Emperor-level Martial Soul!
Li Shanqing was actually an Emperor-level Martial Soul!
If Lin Bai and the other warriors were here and heard the words "Emperor-level Martial Soul", they would be scared to the point of getting their pants wet!
If one says that a Heavenly-grade Martial Soul belongs to the peerless geniuses within the Territories of all nations.
Then, an Emperor-level Martial Soul is seen as the pearl in the palm of the entire Barbaric Ancient Continent.
An Emperor-level Martial Soul, was destined to become a regional hegemon, the unparalleled Emperor.
"In the Spirit Sword Sect’s Inner Gate, the undefeated myth, Murong Yeshen, has fallen at the hands of Lin Bai. Now within Spirit Sword Sect, aside from the top ten experts in Heaven Martial Realm on the Inner Gate Top 100 List, who else could be his opponent?"
Li Shanqing spoke indifferently.
No Return Cliff fell silent.
Since Lin Bai killed Murong Yeshen, not a single warrior dared to go up and challenge Lin Bai.
And Su Cang was filled with regret, the blood and tears on his face were gradually wiped clean by him. As he looked at Lin Bai again, his eyes revealed an overwhelming murderous aura and hatred.
The Divine Alliance had their setback, but Su Cang had not yet lost.
Su Cang still had the potential to defeat Lin Bai. His potential lies in the nine Core Martial Artists and the top ten warriors on the Inner Gate Top 100 List, who were still serving under Su Cang at the moment.
If Su Cang stayed standing, and killed Lin Bai afterwards, the Divine Alliance would still be able to rise again.
But if Lin Bai stayed alive, the Divine Alliance would forever live under the disgrace of Murong Yeshen kneeling under Lin Bai’s sword.
"Lin Bai, this time, I won’t give you another chance to spread your wings."
Su Cang said in a low voice.
Su Cang did not send Divine Alliance’s experts.
Now that Murong Yeshen was dead, the hearts of the Divine Alliance have been scattered, no one possesses the strength to defeat Lin Bai.
Su Cang’s plan was to wait for Lin Bai to descend from No Return Cliff, then send Core Martial Artists to capture Lin Bai and bring him over, so he could personally kill Lin Bai to settle his enmity.
"Murong Yeshen is already dead, who else dares to challenge Lin Bai?"
"Indeed, no one within the Spirit Sword Sect Earth Martial Realm can match Lin Bai."
"Lin Bai won, and he won decisively."
Many warriors sighed lightly.
The passing of one genius ushered in the rise of another.
Right when everyone thought that no one dared to challenge Lin Bai, a white-robed woman, with a cold face and a murderous aura, holding tightly onto her treasure sword, walked step by step up No Return Cliff.
Her face was cold, she was unprecedently glamorous.
With her outstanding figure, she looked as if she was a fairy.