Chapter 527: Ten Great Magical Artifacts! Demon Sword!

Lin Bai stepped on the soft soil of the temple, entering its sanctum.

Ling Tianzi had said that here, Lin Bai would learn about the Devouring Sword Spirit.

The temple was a crumbling ancient sanctuary, utterly dilapidated.

In the courtyard stood a phoenix tree, its demise unknown ages past.

In one corner of the yard lay a dry well.

The ground was soft with soil, bereft even of a single weed.

Lin Bai looked around cautiously, carefully venturing into the temple.

As Lin Bai entered the temple, the Desolate Sword Cultivator, who'd chased the Tiger King into the forest, abruptly turned to look at the temple. Under his disheveled hair, those dead, lifeless pupils turned bloody red.

"No, no, no! No, no!"

The voice of the Desolate Sword Cultivator was hoarse. He stared at the temple, abandoning his pursuit of the Tiger King, and turned directly to rush toward the temple.

The Tiger King was relieved to see the Desolate Sword Cultivator wasn't chasing him.