"Is there a problem?"
Those words rang through True Venerable Fire King's mind like the tolling of a great bell.
How could there not be a problem?
Lu Lin was nothing more than a crafty little upstart. What had he done to deserve mastering the third layer of Prison Dragon Fist in such a short time—and even breaking through the pillar of light to walk out?
That was simply impossible, wasn't it?
There were so many things wrong with this that, for a moment, True Venerable Fire King didn't even know where to begin.
"Lu Lin, have you mastered the third layer of Prison Dragon Fist?"
Suppressing his shock, True Venerable Fire King decided he'd better ask directly. Perhaps, like before, Lu Lin had figured out the secret of his pillar of light and had managed to get out so easily.
After all, True Venerable Fire King wasn't a Spirit Array Master, and he didn't know much about highly specialized mechanisms and the like.
Being able to set up an altar like this was already the pinnacle of his life.
If Lu Lin happened to have studied the relevant knowledge and techniques, then perhaps he really had found some trick to get through the light barrier.
"Yeah. How about I demonstrate it for you, Senior True Venerable Fire King?"
Seeing that True Venerable Fire King seemed unconvinced, Lu Lin hurriedly offered.
"All right. Show me."
True Venerable Fire King really didn't believe him.
Lu Lin might have tricked a mindless pillar of light, but could he really fool his discerning eyes?
"All right."
Lu Lin agreed and immediately began demonstrating the fist technique.
The first punch, the second punch, the third punch...
Lu Lin performed each move without a single mistake.
But the phantom of True Venerable Fire King standing