Of course, Ji Lin and the Seven Great Realm Emperors knew what the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber represented.
According to rumor, Long Ao had used the Blood-Drinking Mad Saber to instantly kill a Semi-Saint Martial Artist with a single strike.
Although a million voices in his head refused to believe it, Ji Lin knew full well that there was no room for error.
The slightest misstep would mean eternal damnation.
"Ji Lin, if you can withstand this one strike from me, then regardless of the outcome, you can leave the City of Sin."
It had to be said, Long Ao was incredibly arrogant—arrogant to the extreme.
And because of this, Ji Lin suddenly burst into wild laughter. His cackles were filled with contempt and mockery, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.
Ji Lin was no fool. He understood the implication of Long Ao's words perfectly.
'So, whether I leave here alive or not, I'm still no match for him?'
'Is that even possible?'
