"You're asking a Sword Cultivator to hand over his Treasure Sword, isn't that the same as asking for his life?" Lin Bai chuckled lightly and looked at Hu Xian'er, speaking indifferently.
Hu Xian'er pursed her red lips and chuckled softly, "I already gave you an opportunity, but you didn't know how to cherish it. Second Grandpa Hu, he's all yours now."
"Uh-huh!" Second Grandpa Hu responded with a grunt, his eyes sharp as he took a slight step forward.
When Lin Bai saw Second Grandpa Hu approaching, he opened his Storage Bag and the Demonic Sword fell into his hand.
"That day on the Barren Mountain, I was gravely injured, and you took me by surprise with your sudden attack!"
"Today, as we gather, I also want to see just how much gap remains between my current strength and that of a Warrior from the Yin Saint Realm."
Lin Bai gripped the Demonic Sword tightly, and an overwhelming Sword Aura emanated from him.