Chapter Sixty-Eight: Drinking Like a Whale, Master of the Bai Clan!

"My eyes must be blind, hypnotized by the secret arts of the White Lotus Sect, and now I'm hallucinating?"
"This man stands motionless, using his own skin and muscle to counterattack, and he has seriously injured six or seven renowned masters from the Black List?"
At this moment.
Bai Xuanji was utterly dumbfounded, frozen in place, his heart shaken beyond words!
On the other side.
"Could this be the result of tempering his body with refined blood and energy, forging his skin to an invincible level?"
"This man's skin, I fear, could withstand a volley of arrows without a scratch, and neither fire nor water could harm him!"
Yin Dharma King watched as his subordinates were severely injured, his eyes narrowing in apprehension.
His insight was formidable; a single glance was enough to discern...
This unexpected visitor's skin could easily absorb blade strikes and fist imprints, and even if he died, burning him with earth fire would not damage it, nor would centuries of wear and tear destroy it!
"My leg!"
"My Autumn Leaf Saber... my arm, my meridians are shattered!"
On the ground, seven or eight masters were thrown aside, rolling heavily across the floor, their bones broken, blood spilling from their mouths, unable even to stand.
Crash!
Yin Dharma King suddenly rose to his feet.
Just as Bai Xuanji thought a violent clash was imminent—
"Since you have come to the banquet, you are a guest. If my disciples of the Holy Sect failed to host you properly, they deserve punishment. Please, take a seat!"
Yin Dharma King's eyes narrowed as he spoke loudly:
"Please, take the honored seat!"
Step, step, step!
The uninvited guest strode forward, towering over nine feet tall, his muscles bulging beneath his skin, exuding an aura of martial might, like a god of war incarnate.
"Hiss... that face..."
Bai Xuanji saw that the visitor's features were twisted and almost unrecognizable, appearing quite terrifying.
He had no idea—
This person possessed masterful bronze skin, able to manipulate his appearance at will; changing his face was easy.
But lacking experience, his transformation rendered him barely human, frightening everyone present, even Yin Dharma King felt a chill.
"With such a visage, I doubt his temperament will be kind."
Yin Dharma King, a keen judge of character, believed that ugliness often hid violent tendencies.
He signaled for someone to give up their seat, but the stranger ignored him completely.
Bang!
He reached out, grabbed a White Lotus Sect master, who struggled desperately but could not resist, his strength was like an ant before a tree.
With a thud, the man was thrown seven or eight meters, rolling across the floor like a gourd.
The stranger sat down next to Bai Xuanji.
"Bring wine!"

The uninvited guest spoke coldly.
"This..."
Bai Xuanji was both thrilled and anxious.
Thrilled, because this formidable master sat at his side, even Yin Dharma King was cautious.
Anxious, because he knew nothing of the stranger's identity or mood; if displeased, his head might explode in an instant!
Now,
The visitor glanced over, and the attendant, trembling, actually stepped forward to pour him wine.
He reached out, grabbed a thirty-pound pork knuckle, tore off a chunk, and devoured it in a few bites.
The attendant brought a jar of wine, just about to open it, but the guest snatched it, smashing the clay seal with a palm.
Glug!
He drank in one gulp, like a whale sucking in water, draining the entire jar.
"What a powerful physique! His body is like a giant whale disguised as a man—he's not human!"
Yin Dharma King saw clearly.
His restraint was born of awe for the visitor.
Watching him gulp down food and wine,
Every breath stirred a whirlwind; blood flowing like the mighty Yangtze, roaring through his veins!
What kind of body was this?
In the blink of an eye,
The visitor swept the table clean of exotic beast meat and monster dishes.
With a tilt of his head, he downed four or five jars of wine, drinking like swallowing the sea!
Whirr!
As the meat and wine rapidly digested, his mercury blood circulated as if he'd swallowed half a pill; his body's abilities were rising!
Though his aura was tightly contained, every breath made his heart pound like a grand bell, echoing thunderously!
Just as Yin Dharma King's eyelids flickered—
"Wine and food enough."
The visitor finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse.
"It's time to discuss business."
This statement made Yin Dharma King's eyes narrow, his hand pressed on the table, replying solemnly:
"You barged into my banquet; I respect you as a guest. But as for business, I have no idea what you wish to discuss."
He knew nothing of the man's identity, only confusion in his heart.
"How ridiculous."
The visitor growled, "You yourself said: if a master from the Bai family comes, you'll hand over the Azure Water Saber without hesitation."
"I am here now. Do you think the Bai family has no one?"
His words crashed down like thunder upon the gathering!

"Bai family?"
Yin Dharma King's eyes flew wide.
He felt a sense of absurdity!
He only mentioned the Bai family to intimidate Bai Xuanji, to remind him of their difference in status!
He never imagined this scene would unfold!
"What?"
Bai Xuanji's mouth fell open, unable to close it.
He was Bai family himself, and knew well that their blood-refined masters rarely left Qianshan Island.
In this wilderness, in the Forge Blade Manor, he thought he was alone, risking everything in the tiger's den.
And then, suddenly, a dragon appeared at his side?
"Who on earth is this?"
Bai Xuanji could not guess the stranger's identity!
"You are a Bai family master... Yin did not expect this, but since it's so, we can talk business."
Yin Dharma King felt stifled.
He prided himself on holding all the cards, dominating the scene, able to control the Bai family fleet at will—thus his intimidating words to Bai Xuanji.
But now, facing this terrifying master, he realized he'd trapped himself with his own words.
The White Lotus Sect's intelligence was formidable, with a branch on Qianshan Island, though hidden and weak.
Yin Dharma King was familiar with Bai family's strongmen.
"Master Bai Ehou has retired for years, frail with age. The 'Mountain Lord Roaring Tiger Portrait' was never passed on; he'll take it to his grave, so it can't be him."
"Bai Yuan Nian holds the family power, reclusive, rarely leaves the island. Impossible."
"The rest are weak; I could defeat them single-handedly."
"Where did this master come from?"
Yin Dharma King wondered.
His powers of observation were keen; he could vaguely sense...
Even if the visitor wasn't Bai family, he was closely connected.
He must have come to protect Bai Xuanji!
But even so,
"Impossible to act."
Yin Dharma King knew clearly.
If he tried to threaten Bai Xuanji, it would be suicide; there was only one Bai family member here, but dozens of White Lotus masters.
If a fight broke out, all his men would die in moments, and he—a dignified Dharma King—would be left utterly alone!