Faced with such an overwhelming temptation, Yin Pingzhi had kept forcibly suppressing his injuries and sustaining his attacks. By the time he realized the damage had become irreversible, and even circulating his pill energy had grown difficult, it was already too late.
The phantom ape attacking Lu Xiaotian in the void weakened to the limit and then crumbled away. Lu Xiaotian was also drenched in blood, swaying as he hovered in midair. By then, he too had reached his limit. If only that final attack had landed, he could have avenged Yin Hu—but in the end, he had fallen just a hair short.
Lu Xiaotian raised a hand and pointed at Yin Pingzhi from afar. The finger gathered the last wisp of pill energy he could call upon. The energy became a sword and plunged straight into Yin Pingzhi's brow.
This final sword was also the weakest attack Lu Xiaotian had unleashed in their pill duel. It was so feeble that even an ordinary immortal could have easily blocked it.
Yet this weakest attack took all the life from Yin Pingzhi. The pill duel, which had lasted for over a month and left every onlooker marveling, finally came to an end.
In truth, Lu Xiaotian had no need to strike that final blow. The worsening injuries within Yin Pingzhi would have exhausted his Primordial Spirit and killed him on their own. But after fighting his opponent to this point, Lu Xiaotian had never before been pushed so far by someone of the same rank. Yin Pingzhi had earned his respect. Such an opponent could die in a contest, slain by his rival; he should not have to perish in humiliation, worn down by pain.
Only after seeing Lu Xiaotian's final strike kill Yin Pingzhi did Mu Xia finally let out