238: Chapter 238 Riding on Top

The Tyrannosaurus shook its massive head from side to side. "In recent years, a woman appeared within the Spirit Devouring Sword Clan, known as the Sword Spirit Holy Maiden!"

"Though called a Holy Maiden, she is actually a tragic woman! Her own talent to Cultivate is not strong, yet she can strengthen the talent of the Spirit Devouring Sword Clan members..."

"So, the Spirit Devouring Sword Clan imprisoned her and used her as a tool?" Hearing this, Lin Bei's voice turned slightly cold.

Long Jiba couldn't help but shiver, not understanding why the person on his back suddenly exuded killing intent.

"I heard... I heard they didn't actually imprison her, they just limited her so that every month she must help the strongest Saint of the Spirit Devouring Sword Clan Cultivate for three days!"

"Among the Saints of the Spirit Devouring Sword Clan, there are nine great Sword Sons, from Sword One to Sword Nine, each with extraordinary strength. They are the hot favorites to compete for the Spirit Devouring Sword Clan every month!"

"The nine Sword Sons, because of this matter, fight each other from time to time!"

Long Jiba suppressed the fear in his heart and told him the situation he knew.

While speaking, an arena appeared in front of them, and two figures could be vaguely seen standing on it.

"Whoa..." Lin Bei, riding on the Dragon's back, let out a soft whistle.

Hearing the sound, Long Jiba's movements stalled, and he subconsciously slowed his pace.

"What the f*ck!" A few breaths later, he reacted, with ten thousand Divine Beasts galloping through his heart.

Is he treating me like a horse?!

Many Cultivators had already gathered under the arena, and the arrival of such a Tyrannosaurus immediately attracted a lot of attention.

In the crowd, there were also a dozen or so Saints, and seeing Long Jiba, their pupils couldn't help but constrict.

"A Saint of the Giant Dragon Clan? Looks a bit unfamiliar..."

"Hmm? On his back! This person actually dares to ride on a Saint-Grade Tyrannosaurus?!"

Even the two gray-robed men standing opposite each other on the arena glanced down, their brows slightly furrowed.

"Hurry up and fight! Why are you looking at me? Is there a flower on my Face?" Facing their gazes, Lin Bei curled his lips, his voice resounding all around, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

The surrounding Cultivators watching the battle were dumbfounded.

"Damn! Who is this guy?"

"Who he is doesn't matter anymore. Sword Three has the most explosive temper among the nine Sword Sons; he cannot remain indifferent!"

"Right, right, right... I think so too!"

As expected, the two on the arena turned cold at these words, as if boundless Sword Intent was bursting out.

Especially one of the gray-robed men, whose Face instantly darkened. He turned his head to stare at Lin Bei for a few breaths, then looked at the person opposite him.

"Sword Seven, if you want to die, there's no need to rush. Let me deal with this kid who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth first!"

Sword Seven looked indifferent and didn't speak, obviously also quite dissatisfied with Lin Bei.

"Kid, get up here!" Sword Three waved his hand, and a flash of sword light turned into a silk ribbon, wrapping toward Lin Bei.

"Damn it! Everyone can watch, but I can't?" Lin Bei immediately got angry, shrank his body, and hid behind the Tyrannosaurus's massive head.

"Holy f*ck!" Long Jiba indicated he had never seen such a shameless person, but having no other choice, he could only defend with all his might.

"Super Flame!" A ball of fire spat out from his mouth, meeting the Sword Qi ribbon.

"Boom!" Sword Three's casual strike and the Saint Early Stage Tyrannosaurus's full-force attack were evenly matched.

"Brother from the Spirit Devouring Sword Clan, can you give my Giant Dragon Clan some Face!" Seeing Sword Three about to strike again, Long Jiba shouted hurriedly.

"Heh..." A trace of contempt flashed across the corner of Sword Three's mouth. "Face of the Giant Dragon Clan? A dignified Tyrannosaurus is actually being ridden by someone else! You've lost all the royal family's Face!"

"I believe that if the Seniors of the Giant Dragon Clan saw this, they would directly clean up the portal! Why don't I do it for you now!"

After speaking, a phantom sword shadow appeared in his hand, obviously intending to get serious.

"F*ck your mother!" Seeing that being humble had no effect, Long Jiba simply let go of his nature.

This caused Lin Bei to look at him with some surprise.

"You! Seek! Death!" Sword Three's words were chilling. The phantom sword shadow in his hand quickly solidified, and tiny space cracks appeared around the sword shadow.

"Is... is this Sword Three's true strength?"

"Just the condensation of Sword Intent can cause space cracks?!"

"Terrifying! Absolutely terrifying!"

...

The crowd's flattery made Sword Three very pleased. He curled his lips and pointed the long sword in his hand at the Tyrannosaurus.

"I hope in your next life, you two won't be so foul-mouthed!"

Opposite, Sword Seven's brows furrowed slightly, looking a bit impatient.

"Can you hurry up? You aren't trying to stall for time, are you?"

"Hmph!" Sword Three let out a cold snort, and brilliant sword light burst out.

Suddenly, he felt his body sink, and his sharp Sword Intent dissipated by more than half in an instant.

The noise under the arena also came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Not far away, Sword Seven's expression changed drastically, and he retreated dozens of steps.

Sword Three was stunned, only then discovering that someone had inexplicably appeared on his body.

To be precise, there was an extra person on his neck.

"Hey! Sword Scum, now you're the same as that Tyrannosaurus, you've also been ridden by me! Do you intend to clean up the portal?"

Lin Bei sat astride Sword Three's neck, a mocking expression on his lips.

"Urgh, ahhh..." Sword Three was filled with shame and anger, endless rage rushing straight to his head.

The Tyrannosaurus was at least being ridden in its beast form, which wasn't too shameful.

But he was now being ridden underneath in human form; the humiliation was a thousand times worse!

At this moment, he had forgotten to think about how the other party had approached him without him noticing. All he thought of was using the sword in his hand to chop the person who insulted him into pieces!

"Hahaha!" Under the arena, no one was more excited than Long Jiba. "Sword Scum, Sword Scum, good name!"

At this moment, he suddenly felt that Lin Bei was exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

"Clang!" Sword light flashed.

Sword Three didn't hesitate any longer, driving all his Cultivation to slash upward with one sword.

"Sigh!" Lin Bei let out a light sigh. If he were to strike, it would really be bullying.

Having no choice, he could only choose to take it head-on.

"Clang!" The sword light arrived in an instant, striking his body and emitting a loud metallic trembling sound.

Immediately, the surroundings of the arena fell silent, and everyone looked dumbfounded at the figure still sitting on Sword Three.

"I... what did I see?" After a long time, someone spoke tremblingly, "Taking Sword Three's strike head-on without any damage?!"

"Good heavens! Sword Three is a Saint Late Stage powerhouse, only a hair's breadth away from the Peak!"

"This person... what exactly is his Cultivation?"

...

Long Jiba's massive head was also momentarily dazed.

He knew Lin Bei was very strong, very likely a Saint Peak.

However, even a Saint Peak couldn't possibly withstand a Saint Late Stage Cultivator's attack without any resistance like this!

"Could... could he be a Great Saint?!" Thinking of this, Long Jiba's breathing became rapid.

On the arena, seeing this scene, Sword Seven also took a few breaths to recover.

Without a word, he turned into a flash of sword light and fled rapidly.

"Damn!" Lin Bei rolled his eyes and slapped Sword Three on the head, "Come on, tell me, do I look that scary?"