Above Su Tingzong's head, within the black mist, a rusty longsword faintly appeared, with scarlet marks on it that seemed like blood not yet dried.
The pressure and power waves diffusing from that sword made the warriors around the lotus platform unable to bear it, so they all got up from their seats and moved far away.
Su Tingzong's expression was vicious, his eyes coldly staring at Lin Bai, he said in a cold voice, "With just you, a mere ant, you dare to provoke me! I am a God-level Martial Soul; even if you are a sword cultivator, you should tremble at my feet!"
Su Tingzong looked at Lin Bai arrogantly and said.
"A God-level Martial Soul?" Lin Bai looked at the martial soul above Su Tingzong's head with some surprise.
This was already the second God-level Martial Soul Lin Bai had seen.
The first one was Yejian Jun, who had already died by Lin Bai's hands.
