The Unparalleled Sword Emperor Chapter 2949 - 2924: The Wrong Path!

The Blood Robe Sect Master’s eyes flared, and immediately a red mist surged around him. As he charged towards Lin Bai, the red mist in the air transformed into a massive hand, fiercely attacking Lin Bai’s back.

"Blood Handprint!"

The Blood Robe Sect Master roared in fury,

At that moment, Lin Bai stopped in his tracks once more, turned around, and his gaze fell on the Blood Robe Sect Master.

"Seeking death!" Lin Bai snorted disdainfully, his wooden sword flashed, and a powerful sword aura swept towards the Blood Robe Sect Master, directly cleaving through the blood handprint.

Simultaneously, it severely injured the Blood Robe Sect, causing them to spew blood and fly backwards.

Retreating a hundred meters, the Blood Robe Sect Master looked at Lin Bai in astonishment, a hint of dread and fear in his eyes: "What are you waiting for! Attack together! Yang Zhi, if we don’t join forces, I’m afraid we can’t handle this person!"

Yang Zhi glanced at Bai Kun and asked: "You? Bai Kun? Is the White Cloud Tribe planning to stand by and do nothing?"

Bai Kun’s gaze was sullen, contemplating the implications, and then Bai Kun said: "Even if the White Cloud Tribe obtains the Dragon Slaying Skill, I’m afraid we can’t hold onto it!"

"Rather, in the end, this Dragon Slaying Skill could bring disaster upon the White Cloud Tribe!"

"In that case, why bother snatching this hot potato!"

"My White Cloud Tribe no longer wants this Dragon Slaying Skill."

Bai Kun shook his head silently, withdrawing from the scene.

Yang Zhi sneered: "What a coward! Blood Robe Sect Master, you and I will join forces to kill this person. As for the Dragon Slaying Skill, your Blood Robe Sect and my Qingshan Tribe can each study it for ten years, how about that?"

The Blood Robe Sect Master nodded: "Alright!"

Though verbally agreeing, the Blood Robe Sect Master was inwardly scoffing, for he was merely stalling for time. Once the elders of the Southern Continent Divine Gate arrived, the Qingshan Tribe would no longer have the qualifications to negotiate terms with the Blood Robe Sect and Southern Continent Divine Gate.

Upon hearing the Blood Robe Sect Master agree, Yang Zhi immediately drew his weapon from the storage bag, coldly glaring at Lin Bai, saying: "Prepare to die!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhi charged at Lin Bai.

And the Blood Robe Sect Master also led the disciples of the Blood Robe Sect, rushing straight towards Lin Bai.

Bai Kun led the warriors of the White Cloud Tribe to stand aside, with no intention of intervening.

A bloody battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Yet, when Lin Bai saw these people attacking, he smiled with disdain at the corner of his mouth, immediately stepping forth, the wooden sword like a heavenly blade, slashing towards the warriors of the Blood Robe Sect and Yang Zhi.

One furious strike, the heaven-reaching sword aura descended, straightaway annihilating dozens of warriors in the Death Reversal Realm Great Perfection.

"Blood Handprint!" The Blood Robe Sect Master roared repeatedly, willing to sacrifice everything, desperately exhibiting all his learned skills to detain Lin Bai.

But at that instant, before the Blood Handprint could strike Lin Bai, it was shattered by Lin Bai’s wooden sword, whose sharp sword aura penetrated through the Blood Robe Sect Master’s throat.

Squish!

One strike came, and before the Blood Robe Sect Master could react, he died instantly under Lin Bai’s sword edge.

"Why seek death!" Having slain the Blood Robe Sect Master, Lin Bai glanced disdainfully, then turned his gaze to Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi looked at Lin Bai in terror; at this moment, the strength Lin Bai displayed completely overturned his understanding.

He never anticipated that Lin Bai, with the same Death Reversal Realm Great Perfection cultivation, could effortlessly wipe out dozens of warriors of the same realm—truly a celestial marvel!

"No, no, don’t kill me, I don’t want the Dragon Slaying Skill anymore, no more..."

Terrified to the soul, Yang Zhi stammered.

Lin Bai smirked contemptuously, raised his wooden sword, and chopped, obliterating Yang Zhi beneath the sword’s edge.

Then, Lin Bai sheathed his sword and left, glancing once at Bai Kun with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Bai Kun stood dumbstruck, watching Lin Bai and Ye Suxin depart, his expression remained awash with intense amazement.

"Clan Leader, it’s fortunate you didn’t let us snatch the Dragon Slaying Skill earlier, otherwise we might have ended up like the Qingshan Tribe and the Blood Robe Sect, all dead by this white-robed Sword Cultivator’s hand."

Watching Lin Bai leave, the warrior beside Bai Kun from the White Cloud Tribe spoke in astonishment.

"Such a powerful Sword Cultivator, such a powerful Sword Skill, such a powerful Sword... What is his secret? Clearly, the sword in his hand is just an ordinary wooden sword, why does it wield such terrifying might!"

"I even feel his wooden sword is sharper than King-level Spiritual Artifacts!"

The warriors of the White Cloud Tribe were all speaking with shock.

"Clan Leader, is there some mystery about that wooden sword?" The warriors asked Bai Kun.

Bai Kun shook his head expressionlessly: "I don’t know, but I do know one thing... Do not provoke him, because the moment he appeared, I felt like the Qingyun Mountain Range in his eyes was just a mortal’s courtyard, he can come and go at will!"

"Moreover, even the Beast-controlling Ancestor’s projection seems to respect him greatly!"

Speaking to this point, Bai Kun turned to glance at the Beast-controlling Ancestor’s projection sitting on the ground, still holding the Black Cat in his arms, silently smiling as he looked at Lin Bai’s back.

Bai Kun bowed to the Beast-controlling Ancestor, then turned to lead the warriors of the White Cloud Tribe into the Giant Beast Graveyard, taking all the treasures they could carry.

Meanwhile, Lin Bai showed little interest in these Giant Beast remains.

He casually collected a few decent bones, placed them in his storage bag, and took them as he left.

After Lin Bai bypassed the Giant Beast Graveyard once more, entering the passageway, preparing to leave Heaven and Earth Peak.

Ye Suxin walked behind Lin Bai; standing on the precipice, she slightly turned back, gazing at the Beast-controlling Ancestor within the Giant Beast Graveyard.

The Beast-controlling Ancestor seemed to also be gazing at her from afar.

Ye Suxin gazed at the Beast-controlling Ancestor, the corner of her mouth gradually curling into a sly smile...

Seeing Ye Suxin smile, the Beast-controlling Ancestor smiled slightly, smoothing the Black Cat’s fur, laughing gently: "Wrong path taken, always the wrong path taken!"

"Right, Little Black!"

The Beast-controlling Ancestor said.

The Black Cat looked up at the Beast-controlling Ancestor, saying: "Master, are you talking about... the Poison God Clan?"

"Master, how long can your projection last?"

The Beast-controlling Ancestor laughed: "No matter, none of it matters, now that the ’Heaven and Earth Beast Control Skill’ has found an owner, I can die without regret!"

...

Within Qingyun Mountain, at Heaven and Earth Peak, a Giant Beast Graveyard was discovered.

And Lin Bai, within the Giant Beast Graveyard, slaughtered almost all the strong ones from one of the two tribes around Qingyun Mountain—the Qingshan Tribe.

The White Cloud Tribe’s Bai Kun, not a mere common figure, after learning that nearly all the strong ones from the Qingshan Tribe died in the Giant Beast Graveyard, promptly annexed the Qingshan Tribe within half a month!

Thereafter, the White Cloud Tribe began exchanging the Giant Beast remains from the Giant Beast Graveyard for cultivation resources.

Yet the promising times were short-lived.

Half a month later, suddenly six old men arrived at Qingyun Mountain!