High above Zhongping Realm, Lu Yin examined his body. His lacerations still contained Divine Martial Qi, which was trying to invade him. He circulated the power in his heart, directly dismantling the Divine Martial Qi.
Kui Luo was closest to him. Feeling that power, he was deeply shaken. "Kid, how did you escape Divine Martial Heaven? Earlier, when you said you were going there to save someone, I thought you were as good as dead. Those Half-Ancestors didn't attack you?"
"They couldn't beat me," Lu Yin replied casually. Ignoring Kui Luo's strange expression, he took out the Slippers and tossed them to Qing Ping. "Senior Brother, use these to fight Broken Knife."
Qing Ping caught the Slippers and looked at the five dark toe marks on them. "An Ancestor Soldier?"
"Probably. Anyway, they knocked it out before." He broke off and looked up. A huge shadow blotted out the sky, followed by a roar. Terrifying Ancestor-level power pressed down. It was—the Prison Dragon.
Kui Luo's mouth fell open in shock. "Th-that isn't that thing from Divine Martial Heaven?"
The Prison Dragon saw Kui Luo's astonished expression, then raised its claws and bared its teeth in a threatening display.
Lu Yin's expression darkened. "Useless thing. Get lost."
Kui Luo's heart lurched, and he hurriedly grabbed Lu Yin. "Don't provoke it! What if it bites us?"
Qing Ping looked solemn. In terms of sheer presence, this Prison Dragon far surpassed Xia Shenji's clone. He could use the Scales Judgment on Xia Shenji's clone, but might not be able to judge this Prison Dragon. Ancestor-level beings varied in strength. Xia Shenji's clone was among the weakest. It possessed Ancestor-level power, but that was all it had.
The Prison Dragon bared its teeth threateningly, satisfied by Kui Luo's frightened expression.
"Senior Brother, these Slippers