Little Mountain God was a step behind the Ten Arbiters. In the Inner and Outer Universe, he still couldn't match them in terms of strength.
He himself still didn't understand the gap between them.
"Petrification Art!" Little Mountain God growled. The stones covering his body trembled, and his enormous frame rapidly shrank. The stones seemed to dissolve as they quickly condensed. The smaller he became, the more his Rune Dao Numbers increased.
Lu Yin was surprised. Was he absorbing the stones? There was actually a cultivation technique like this? Interesting.
Little Mountain God eventually shrank to five meters tall, and he couldn't get any smaller. By then, his Rune Dao Numbers had caught up with Lance, who had already broken through to the Enlightenment Realm. He was truly on par with the Ten Arbiters.
With a whoosh, Little Mountain God attacked, swinging a palm at Lu Yin.
Lu Yin looked up. "That's a decent battle skill, but it's a shame your path ends here." He didn't seem to move at all, yet Little Mountain God's five-meter-tall body was suddenly sent flying. He slammed into the cave wall, leaving a deep dent.
Little Mountain God's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. Stones kept falling from his body until he finally returned to the shape of a round rock, wobbling as he rolled across the ground.
It was Void Palm. Lu Yin had defeated Little Mountain God with a single strike of Void Palm. Little Mountain God was certainly strong—quite strong, in fact. He could be counted among the top hundred contestants in the Supreme Competition. No, he was among the top fifty, and might even have reached the top thirty. But his luck was bad.
Outside Supreme Mountain, the people of the Beast Taming Flow Realm sighed. He had still