If Lu Yin and Elder Chan had seen this, they would surely have been astonished. That was Three Yang Ancestor Qi.
Lu Buzheng could actually use Three Yang Ancestor Qi, too.
Hen Xin glanced at Lu Buzheng. "Every time I see this, I can't help worrying for you. You've got some nerve, daring to meddle with fate—and you even succeeded."
Lu Buzheng grinned and raised his head proudly. "I have the Dao Master to thank for that. But the Fate Disciples hunted me down because of it. That lunatic Miss Fate beats me up every time she sees me. Heh. Once I break through to the Progenitor realm, I'll see how I compare to the real thing."
In the distance, the young man in white robes with gold trim warned them, "They're here."
From afar, countless scarlet eyes stared at them. There were many Star Envoy auras among them, along with two familiar ones: Wang Hou and the Half-Ancestor Corpse King who had attacked Hen Xin.
"There are only three Half-Ancestors. I can handle them alone." Lu Buzheng stepped forward. His name meant "not contending," and he told everyone he never contended with anyone. In reality, he was the most competitive of all and wanted to contend more than anyone. His innate pride had made him unwilling to lose to anyone since childhood. He had even dared to compete with the Lu Family Direct Lineage. That was why he had been granted Three Yang Ancestor Qi.
Countless Corpse Kings surged toward them like a tide.
Hen Xin clenched his fists. The void twisted around him. With a casual wave, layer upon layer of space spread outward like a collapsing tower. If no one stopped it, this single strike would wipe out every Corpse King in sight. This was the power