In the distance, the people of Divine Martial Heaven watched Lu Yin, their gazes utterly changed from before. No matter where they stood, Lu Yin's performance had won them over. There had never been anyone like him, and there never would be again.
Mr. Tang, Mr. Wei, and the others from Yixian Academy looked pale as they watched Lu Yin face three Half-Ancestors alone, helplessly. It was unfair, but that was reality.
In front of Lu Yin, blades raged. He hurriedly dodged, but a huge gash was torn across his chest.
At his side, a crescent ring slashed across. The power spreading from his heart ebbed, as if it had run dry. He could no longer even maintain Death God Transformation. Facing the crescent ring's slash, his pupils turned into runes, making the attack pause for an instant. He dodged, but the slash still struck his neck. He had come within a hair's breadth of losing his entire head.
Young Master Yu's palm came down from above. The immense pressure shook Divine Martial Heaven, shattering the earth and the void.
Lu Yin's gaze sharpened. He raised his hand, using the Diversion Diagram to block the attack while releasing Essence, Qi, and Spirit to deflect Young Master Yu's strike. His own body was flung away.
Countless blades and slashes from the crescent ring followed right on their heels. They would give Lu Yin no chance to catch his breath.
Liu Que watched in silence. If he could one day be besieged by four Half-Ancestors and leave them speechless, then even dying would be worth it.
Bai Weiwei stared at Lu Yin. The feelings that had taken root in the Cold Immortal Sect had not faded; they had grown even stronger. This man had been able to suppress the Four Young Ancestors