Long Xian's spear struck the circle protecting Lu Yin first. Long Xi had given it to him, and it was powerful enough to withstand attacks from a Star Envoy—but only one who had survived the First Origin Tribulation. Long Xian had survived the Second Origin Tribulation, and his strength was formidable.
He was taking a gamble. First, he bet that the circle couldn't hold him off for more than two seconds. Second, he bet that Long Qi wouldn't dare kill Long Ding—or wasn't capable of it. Long Qi was in the middle of breaking through the Lower Breakthrough, suffering such excruciating pain that he probably wasn't even conscious.
To become the Feijia Army's commander and a Star Envoy, Long Xian had to be ruthless to the bone. Even in a hopeless situation, he would make a choice—even if it meant mutual destruction.
If Lu Yin had been an ordinary cultivator, if he had been the son-in-law Long Xi and the others thought he was, he would have panicked. He wouldn't have dared resist an attack from a Star Envoy, let alone while breaking through the Lower Breakthrough. But he wasn't. He was Lu Yin, lord of the Outer Universe of the Fifth Continent, champion of the Supreme Competition, the man who had swept across the Fifth Continent and toppled the White Night Flow Realm.
Long Xian was ruthless, but Lu Yin was even more so. The moment Long Xian's spear broke through the circle's defenses, Lu Yin shoved Long Ding toward its tip. If Long Xian continued his attack, Long Ding would surely die.
Long Xian had anticipated many possible reactions from Lu Yin. The most likely was that the boy would freeze in terror. He never expected him to make such a choice in the space of a single