The Unparalleled Sword Emperor Chapter 3122 - 3097: Fifteen Days Left!

On the ancient road outside the Poison Mountain Range, six disciples of the Death Reversal Realm Great Perfection walked side by side.

These six were all men, with formidable cultivation.

"I really didn’t expect that our Poison God Clan would choose the Seventeenth Prince in this royal succession battle."

"However, the Seventeenth Prince is fine too. If our Poison God Clan can support him to the throne, perhaps the benefits we’ll gain will be greater."

"Indeed, the royal succession has begun. We can no longer enjoy ourselves within the Poison God Clan; we must go out."

"I wonder what Elder means by sending us to the Emperor Tribe to exchange martial arts?"

"Isn’t it obvious? Both the Emperor Tribe and the Sword Pavilion Clan feel that they have grown significantly stronger in recent years and believe they can compete with our Poison God Clan, so they are still hesitating about which prince to pledge allegiance to."

"This time we’re going to the Emperor Tribe to watch them. Once they choose the Crown Prince, I reckon the Poison God Clan will annihilate the Emperor Tribe."

"Oh, so that’s it. Let’s hurry, then."

As they spoke, the six quickened their pace and dashed out of the Poison Mountain Range.

Just as they left the ancient road within the Poison Mountain Range,

suddenly, a white-robed man holding a wooden sword appeared before them in the cold night.

In the dark night, the moonlight was cold, but the sword in this man’s hand was even colder.

The six of them abruptly stopped and coldly stared at the white-robed man ahead.

In the hearts of the six, there was a strong feeling that this person had come with ill intentions.

"Who are you? How dare you block our way? Do you not know who we are?" A young man among the six said coldly.

The white-robed man slightly turned his head and looked at the six, revealing his face.

"It’s you! Lin Bai!"

The six immediately sneered with ridicule.

"What, are you planning to flatten our Poison God Clan? Hahaha." The six laughed wildly, "I advise you not to seek your own death. You may have made a great name for yourself in the East Continent, but this is Nanzhou."

"If you’re intent on seeking death, our Poison God Clan doesn’t mind sending you on your way."

"Get out of our way, don’t block our path."

The six men said fiercely.

Lin Bai, holding a wooden sword, walked towards the six and said, "Among you, one doesn’t have to die."

The six said icily, "What nonsense are you talking about."

Lin Bai looked over at the six, noticing a relatively thin warrior. Among them, this thin warrior was the only one who hadn’t spoken a word or mocked Lin Bai from the start.

"You, then." Lin Bai said, looking at the thin man.

At that moment, the sword intention on Lin Bai’s body turned cold.

The six men said coldly, "Since he wishes to die, let’s send him on his way."

"Lin Bai, you haven’t dealt with the warriors of the Poison God Clan, have you? I tell you, our disciples of the Poison God Clan should not be judged by our cultivation alone."

"Even at the Death Reversal Realm, warriors of the Poison God Clan can easily kill strong ones in the Wending Realm."

"Because what we train in is the Poison Skill."

"Let you witness the might of the Poison God Clan."

As they spoke, the six simultaneously slapped the beast-controlling bags at their waists.

From one of their beast-controlling bags, a swarm of flying mosquitoes flew out.

From another’s storage bag, countless spiders surged out.

From another’s beast-controlling bag, a hundred-foot-long python with blood-red eyes shot out.

From another’s beast-controlling bag, a black broadsword flew out and aimed at Lin Bai.

The six of them unleashed their Poison Skills, menacingly charging towards Lin Bai.

"Kill him!"

The six roared angrily.

Even the thin warrior now wore an icy smile, summoning a swarm of centipedes from his beast-controlling bag to charge in.

Lin Bai watched as the killers among the six charged at him with a skyfull of poisons.

At that moment, Lin Bai’s eyes turned cold, and he stepped forward, his figure like a meteoric surge forward.

A flash of sword aura cut through the darkness.

Cut through the dark Poison Mountain Range.

Cut through the ice-cold world.

And cut through the throats of five in the group of six.

Pft! Pft! Pft!

In the instant the sword light brushed past, five of the six warriors coughed blood and fell to the ground, looking at Lin Bai in horror, clutching their throats.

With one sword slash, Lin Bai’s figure appeared behind the six.

Under the moonlight, his long hair fluttered, his posture elegant, like a Sword Immortal.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Five of the six instantly fell into pools of blood, lifeless.

Even the poisons they had summoned were all annihilated by Lin Bai with that sword.

Only the thin warrior seemed as if Lin Bai’s sword had severed his divine soul, staying frozen in place, eyes wide in disbelief.

Lin Bai appeared behind him, patting his shoulder.

"Spare me, spare me... Brother Lin Bai, spare me..." The thin man was so terrified when Lin Bai patted his shoulder that he immediately knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

Lin Bai said coldly, "I said that one of you would live, and I have chosen you."

The thin man looked at Lin Bai in terror, dazed.

The thin man couldn’t understand; with that sword, Lin Bai could have killed all six of them.

But why did Lin Bai let him live?

Lin Bai said coldly, "Take their bodies back to your family and tell them, there’s still fifteen days."

After speaking, Lin Bai turned and left.

Disappearing from the ancient road.

After Lin Bai left, the thin man came to his senses, looking at the five fallen companions in the pool of blood. On their chests, there was a single character carved with sharp sword marks.

The characters on the chests of the five, when linked together, made a sentence.

The sentence was, "Fifteen days left"!

This was Lin Bai’s one-month agreement with the Poison God Clan.

The thin man stared in disbelief at the characters on the chests of the five, exclaiming, "What terrifying sword skill! With one sword, he killed five of us, and under that sword, he annihilated all our poisons, simultaneously leaving five words."

"It’s too terrifying."

"Is this the strength of the Saint of the East Continent?"

The thin man cried out in horror.

Immediately, the thin man hesitated for a moment, then took out poisons from the beast-controlling bag, lifted the five bodies, and without another word, turned and headed straight into the Poison Mountain Range.

They were initially going to the Emperor Tribe for martial arts exchange, but now, having just set out from the Poison Mountain Range, five of them were dead, so the remaining one couldn’t possibly proceed to the Emperor Tribe.

The thin man, without stopping, carried the bodies of the five back to the Poison God Clan.

He felt that Lin Bai seemed to be serious!