Weak, powerless, inferior.
That was Lu Mian's assessment of Yu Jing.
Among his peers, the only person Lu Mian could barely respect was the Sword God—Ling Tian... Even after realizing that Lu Mian harbored ulterior motives, this man had still taken him along on missions during their time as disciples, divided the rewards fairly, and even risked his life twice to save his younger brother.
Although Ling Tian had seen through Lu Mian's ambitions early on, and recognized that his kind exterior was merely a disguise, Ling Tian had tried to use his own sense of justice to influence this talented fellow disciple. He had hoped that the Dihua Ability Institute could produce a few more talents... But Ling Tian had been wrong. No matter what, the nature of certain people could never be changed.
As for Yu Jing...
This late-rising junior, Lu Mian knew very well, had done nothing more than obtain the Chaos Inheritance through the cinema. Perhaps he had some talent in the Chaos Great Dao.
But Lu Mian had never taken Yu Jing seriously, much less placed him alongside himself.
"Yu Jing... If I didn't have the Book of the Dead and this army, perhaps you could fight me with all your strength and safely withdraw from the competition in the end. Unfortunately, relying on Yu Gan's abilities, you came to a realm that only 'gods' can set foot in, trying to compete with the strongest among us. How ignorant, arrogant, and conceited."
The six octopus tentacles growing from Lu Mian's back coiled around Yu Jing's body, whose internal organs had been shattered, and lifted him into the air.
He was preparing to cooperate with the Book of the Dead to block the Cinema Protection Mechanism and forcibly absorb Yu Jing.
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