The Unparalleled Sword Emperor
Chapter 189: Your Life Is a Gift Bestowed by Me

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Your Life Is a Gift Bestowed by Me

Under the watchful eyes of all warriors in the Inner Gate region, Lin Bai, lying motionless on the ground, struggled for a while before using his Sinister Wind Sword to help him stand.

His entire body was bleeding profusely from the wounds created by Lin Zi’er’s palm strike.

The sharp sword propped on the ground, blood flowed down the hilt, along the blade, and dripped from the tip onto the ground.

"It’s Lin Bai!"

"Lin Bai is on his feet!"

"He... has won this duel."

"It was extremely hard, a brutal clash of geniuses, where only one could survive."

"Perhaps this is the cruelty of this world."

"Right, in this small world, there is not enough room for so many geniuses."

Many warriors looked at Lin Bai with deep fear.

As a Yellow Level First Grade Martial Spirit, he had grasped the Martial Intention Divine Techniques in the Martial Arts Pavilion, won the approval of the Mechanical Puppet, and was granted the Heaven Level Cultivation Skill - Wind God Skill.

In the core area, he had fiercely battled Liu Liang, the third genius of the Fire Palace. He then killed Zhang Qun, an unparalleled genius from the Inner Gate Top Hundred Ranking List of the Spirit Sword Sect, and defeated Ye Suxin, who owned a Three-headed Dragon Hawk.

After going through one battle after another, Lin Bai once again created a legend, defeating Lin Zi’er, considered for the past ten thousand years as the highest-potential genius in the entire Shenwu Kingdom.

Lin Bai staggered toward Lin Zi’er, leaving bloody footprints with each step.

Lin Zi’er lay on the ground. There was no true Qi left in her body. Her limbs were gradually cooling and her conscious was starting to fade.

She looked blankly at the sky and murmured :

"I, Lin Zi’er, a Heaven Level Fifth Grade Martial Soul, the unparalleled genius of Shenwu Kingdom for the past ten thousand years, the highest Martial Spirit rank in ten thousand years."

"The saintess of Canghai Yuntai Palace, the inheritor of the Primordial Divine Woman’s Way."

"My master said I would be like a Phoenix, nobly soaring across the Nine Heavens, treated like an immortal, worshipped by countless beings."

"How could I lose to a waste with a Yellow Level First Grade Martial Soul!"

Lin Zi’er howled in anger lungful.

Everyone heard Lin Zi’er’s resentful roar and couldn’t help sighing in regret.

Standing in front of Lin Zi’er, Lin Bai looked down at her lying on the ground, blood flowing into a small river, "At last, Lin Zi’er, you’re not looking down on me as if I’m an insignificant ant."

"Haha."

"Remember, in your next life, do not mess with someone you think is useless, especially one named Lin Bai."

Lin Bai gave a cold smile, standing in front of Lin Zi’er, slowly raising his sword.

With a strong effort, he swung the sword at Lin Zi’er’s neck.

If the sword landed, Lin Bai would definitely chop off Lin Zi’er’s head.

"It’s over. Lin Zi’er might die."

"Dare Lin Bai really kill the unparalleled saintess of Canghai Yuntai Palace?"

"Haha, you must be joking. Is there anything a Sword Cultivator would dare not do in this world?"

"Have you forgotten? Lin Bai is a Sword Cultivator, Sword Cultivators fear no retribution from the strong!"

Many warriors saw Lin Bai raise his sword.

They all knew, once a Sword Cultivator draws his sword, he must kill his enemy.

No matter who the opponent is, or what their status.

Even if she was an emperor’s child.

Or even if she was the world’s darling.

Or even if she was a descendant of the gods.

In front of a Sword Cultivator, you kill without hesitation!

"Kill!"

Lin Bai’s eyes hardened, he swiftly swung down his sword.

Lin Zi’er watched the sword fall helplessly, unable to resist, only awaiting the arrival of death.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed through the heavens and earth.

As the voice echoed, a strong wind blew in the core area, striking Lin Bai’s chest. Lin Bai, severely wounded, was blown away again, landing dozens of meters away, blood running into a river.

"Who? Who just acted?"

"Who saved Lin Zi’er?"

"Could there be someone else in the core area, apart from Liu Liang, Lin Zi’er, Ye Suxin, Zhang Qun, and Lin Bai?"

Many warriors cried out in surprise.

All at once, they looked up.

Only to see a middle-aged man standing on a compass in the sky, looking down coldly at the core area.

Although he was deeply cultivated, he could not break the Magic Circle of the Wind God Sect and can only act from outside the circle.

The compass under his feet was a Flying Spirit Artifact, which allowed him to fly in the air for a short time.

"Cough cough." Lin Bai lied on the ground, looking up at the lofty man in the sky.

He stood among the clouds; boundless energy spread out, exuding an aura that dominated the heavens and earth.

At this moment, he was the king of all warriors.

At this moment, he was the master of this world!

"It’s ..., it’s ..., it’s ...,"

"Oh my God!"

"He is ..."

All the warriors in the Inner Gate region looked at the middle-aged man and were so startled they could not speak.

"It’s King Zhao!"

"King Zhao, one of the Ten Kings of Shenwu, and the supreme Elder of the Canghai Yuntai Palace!"

Some warriors recognized Zhao Xiansheng’s identity and cried out in surprise.

"I pay my respects to Senior King Zhao.""Paying respects to King Zhao!"

Upon recognizing King Zhao, all the warriors knelt down in unison.

Lin Bai, lying on the ground, looked at this majestic middle-aged man, coughed lightly, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

King Zhao looked down at Lin Zi’er, making no immediate move to save her.

"Master." Lin Zi’er called out to King Zhao.

Zhao Xiansheng spoke to Lin Zi’er with indifference, "Zi’er, from this defeat, I hope you will remember there are always people better than you, and higher realms above you. Your Heaven Level Fifth Grade Martial Soul may be extraordinarily powerful, but there are Emperor Level Martial Souls and God Level Martial Souls above you."

"I hope you will learn your lesson."

Zhao Xiansheng spoke out indifferently.

"Disciple will bear it in mind," Lin Zi’er replied.

"As for Lin Bai, he is just a lowly ant with a Yellow Rank First Class Martial Soul. No matter how strong he may seem now, he cannot change the fact that he is a wastrel of a Yellow Rank First Class Martial Soul. But you are different, you can soar like a phoenix high in the Nine Heavens, while Lin Bai can only wallow in the mud, looking up at your superior stature."

"Do you understand?" Zhao Xiansheng asked Lin Zi’er.

"Disciple understands," Lin Zi’er answered obediently.

Lin Bai, lying on the ground, having heard Zhao Xiansheng’s words, struggled up to his feet, leaning on his sword, his eyes glaring with fury at Zhao Xiansheng and roared, "Are you saying that those with a Yellow Rank First Class Martial Soul are destined to be bullied?"

"Are you saying that those with a Yellow Rank First Class Martial Soul are destined to be scorned by everyone?"

"Are you saying that those with a Yellow Rank First Class Martial Soul should live like pigs and dogs in this world?"

"I refuse to accept it!"

"By what right!"

"Tell me, by what right!"

Lin Bai roared furiously at Zhao Xiansheng.

Upon hearing Lin Bai’s voice, Zhao Xiansheng cast an indifferent glance at him, his eyes filled with pity, contempt, and mockery.

"All creatures in this world share the same root. We are all warriors under the heavens, seeking the pinnacle of Martial Arts. Who are you to determine my life, who are you to determine my accomplishments, who are you to dictate my future path?"

"In the end, Zhao Xiansheng, who do you think you are!"

Lin Bai snarled fiercely.

Hiss!

The warriors kneeling in the Inner Gate area who heard Lin Bai’s words were so frightened that they trembled.

They all thought, daring to speak to Zhao Xiansheng like that? Are you tired of living?

Zhao Xiansheng, one of the Ten Kings of Shenwu, is the equivalent of heaven, the Emperor, the Tiandao, the symbol of power, and the unbeatable Strong One in Shenwu Kingdom.

In his presence, what is the Earth Martial Realm, what is Heaven Martial Realm, they are all just ants.

A warrior, Lin Bai, at the eighth level of the Earth Martial Realm who dares to speak to Zhao Xiansheng like this; isn’t he just asking for an early death?

Ever since Lin Bai awakened his Martial Soul, he had encountered numerous humiliations on his journey.

After awakening his Martial Soul, Lin Zi’er was the first to turn against him and speak harsh words.

During the Disciple Recruitment Conference held by the Four Major Sects in Lingxi City, if Ji Bei hadn’t noticed Lin Bai’s decent potential in Sword Art, all four Sects would have refused him as a disciple due to his Yellow Rank First Class Martial Soul.

Inside the Relics of the Wind God Sect, that Mechanical Puppet in the Martial Arts Pavilion disqualified Lin Bai because of his Yellow Rank First Class Martial Soul.

And now, Zhao Xiansheng declared that Lin Bai was miles apart from Lin Zi’er.

Why?

Should a person with a Yellow Rank First-Class Martial Soul just live like pigs and dogs?

Lin Bai would not accept it!

"Who decided that those with a Yellow Rank First Class Martial Soul can’t become unparalleled Strong Ones?"

"Who decided that those with a Yellow Rank First Class Martial Soul are destined to live like pigs and dogs?"

"If Lin Zi’er claims that her destiny is to soar like a phoenix high in the Nine Heavens,"

"Then my destiny, Lin Bai, is to slay dragons and phoenixes, to kill gods and immortals!"

"This world, in the future, will tremble at the sound of my name, Lin Bai!"

Lin Bai’s voice was strong and forceful, echoing throughout the Relics of the Wind God Sect.

At this moment, all the warriors kneeling on the ground who heard Lin Bai’s words were far more terrified than when they saw Zhao Xiansheng.

When they saw Zhao Xiansheng, they would merely kneel and pay their respects.

But Lin Bai’s words scared them to the point of trembling. This was a fear coming from the depths of their souls.

After listening to Lin Bai’s speech, Zhao Xiansheng still wore a look of contempt on his face. He even seemed amused and smirked, "Humph, everyone thinks they’re impressive when they have dreams, but it’s a pity that your dream is just a pipe dream, utterly impossible to achieve."

"Today, I won’t kill you."

"But you must remember the words you said to me, the words you wrote on that letter."

"There are still half a year left until the one-year deadline, which is also the day of the Four Major Sects Martial Arts Competition."

"You said that in half a year, you will come to the Canghai Yuntai Palace to fight Lin Zi’er!"

"Today, I’m here. Lin Zi’er won’t die. In half a year, she will be waiting for you to fight at the Canghai Yuntai Palace!"

"At that time, you will know just how wide the gap is between a Yellow Rank First Class Martial Soul and a Heaven Level Fifth Grade Martial Soul."

Zhao Xiansheng responded coldly, his True Qi swirling as he gently brought Lin Zi’er, who was lying on the ground, out of the Relics of the Wind God Sect.

"Lin Bai, I won’t kill you today, but remember..."

"Your life was bestowed upon you by me!"

Zhao Xiansheng gave Lin Bai a disdainful glance and sneered, "Your life was gifted by me."

"It was I who gifted you your life"

"Gifted to you!"

Gifted!

Gifted?

Upon hearing these words, Lin Bai’s eyes turned crimson. Like a Demon God, he roared at Zhao Xiansheng, "In half a year, when my foot steps onto the grounds of Canghai Yuntai Palace, it will be reduced to scorched earth under my wrath, and all the warriors of Canghai Yuntai Palace will be struggling to stay alive."

"I will return all the humiliations you have given me one hundredfold!"

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