On the plaza, Lu Yin calmly looked at Chu Yuan. "You're actually very strong. With that move, you could instantly defeat Sky Jialan, Heluo Mebis, and the others. But unfortunately, you ran into me as I am now."
Chu Yuan's eyes flickered. "What have you been through these past twenty years?"
Lu Yin's lips curled. "Not much, but enough to defeat you."
Chu Yuan took a deep breath and slowly raised his long saber, facing Lu Yin. This was his final strike. He had already struck thirty-nine times and could manage at most forty. It was like stacking forty full-power strikes together; the resulting destructive force could easily tear apart Death God Transformation.
His original target had been not only Lu Yin, but also Sky Jialan and Heluo Mebis. But Lu Yin's response left him no choice but to go all out. He had no time to think about the others. If this strike couldn't defeat Lu Yin, no one had any hope. He had never expected to encounter such a monster in this era of declining cultivation. If someone like Lu Yin had appeared during the Heavenly Sect Era, the Ancestor might have wanted to meet him instead. Even Chu Yuan wielded Time Power.
Elsewhere, the battle between Heluo Mebis and Silver grew increasingly intense. Heluo Mebis was covered in blood, and the edge of her butterfly knife had bent. Silver was in no better shape; he had taken countless punches. In Heluo Mebis's view, his body should have been battered to pieces by now, yet he was still fine. It made no sense.
At that moment, they both stopped and looked toward Chu Yuan. Space trembled. Everyone felt it: an overwhelming sharpness filled the void. Chu Yuan slowly raised his long saber. "Don't blame me when you're dead."