Lu Yin was glad he had the Lingxu Umbrella. The Micro Battle Armor alone might not have been enough to fully defend against that attack. It was Martial Ancestor's Martial Seal, and judging by the limits Jiu Han could withstand, it might have exceeded nine hundred thousand in battle force. This was no attack he could take head-on. The Lingxu Umbrella, meanwhile, had come from Ku Zu of Ling Xu Palace and was likewise an ancestral treasure.
"There are plenty of things you don't understand. Let's see if you have any Martial Seals left." Lu Yin shouted, unleashing Essence, Qi, and Spirit against Jiu Han once more.
Jiu Han's expression changed dramatically. She waved her hand, trying to drain the moisture from Lu Yin's body, but with the Lingxu Umbrella protecting him, all her attacks were blocked. In an instant, she was once again lost in the illusion.
Under White Night Praise, Jiu Han endured unimaginable pain. Martial Ancestor had protected her once, but couldn't protect her a second time. Within the illusion, Martial Ancestor's palm finally came down.
Jiu Han spat blood. Her forehead split open, and she glared at Lu Yin with bloodshot eyes, her face contorted in misery. "I'm a descendant of Martial Ancestor! Lu Yin, you dare kill me?"
Lu Yin's eyes widened. "So what if you're a descendant of Martial Ancestor? Here in the Fifth Continent, you don't get to throw your weight around."
Jiu Han let out a shrill howl and pulled all manner of rare treasures from her Void Ring, trying to save her life. One defensive treasure took on a shape like a Martial Seal, enveloping her whole body as she fled into the distance. "You little beast, I'll remember this grudge! One day, you'll pay with your life. Your Eastern Frontier