Lu Yin turned sideways and easily dodged. His speed was nothing like Ku Wei's. Even with the sword energy sealing off the void, he still had ways to evade it. At the same time, he observed the Sword Sect disciples' expressions. They were all stone-faced, their expressions numb.
Outside the plaza, Elder Li appeared. One Sword Sect expert after another followed, watching Lu Yin challenge the sword formation.
"Who is this man? He dares challenge the sword formation with Hunting Realm strength. He's got guts."
"He's the Ten Arbiters' Lu Yin."
"What? He's Lu Yin? No wonder. He can definitely make it through. This man defeated True Martial Night King and God's Hand. True Martial Night King challenged the sword formation ten years ago, but he was nowhere near as strong as Lu Yin is now."
"He looks completely at ease. The sword formation can't hold him back."
Anyone could see that the sword formation was ineffective against Lu Yin. The only reason he hadn't broken through yet was that he wanted to experience it for himself.
Liu Shaoqiu clenched his right fist. The gap really was enormous.
At that moment, an old man rushed into the plaza and switched places with one of the Sword Sect disciples. The old man had Hunting Realm strength, and his arrival immediately increased the sword formation's power somewhat.
Lu Yin was puzzled. The sword formation required a clear and focused state of mind. Even if the old man had Hunting Realm strength, if he couldn't coordinate with the other disciples, he wouldn't improve the formation's power—in fact, he might weaken it. So why had it grown stronger now?
He watched as the old man thrust out his long sword. Dozens of strands of sword energy merged beside him, forming a terrifying attack