The Grand Elder struggled to rise from a thousand meters away, his body a bloody mess. He lifted his head to look at Lin Bai, a maniacal smile creeping up on his lips as he roared, "Hahaha, what a pity, what a pity. Your sword skill is so powerful. If your cultivation were higher, I might really not be your match today."
"But alas, you only have the cultivation of the First Level of the Wending Realm."
"And after your attack just now, you vomited blood, which clearly indicates that the secret technique you used to elevate your cultivation backfired on you."
"Tsk tsk, Lin Bai, I must admit, you truly are among the rare geniuses of the younger generation on this Barbaric Ancient Continent."
"With the strength of the First Level of the Wending Realm, you can force an old man like me to such an extent."
"With such strength, you are able to shake the Poison God Clan!"
