Xia Shenji recounted what had happened in a low voice. This time, Lu Yin had wielded not only the power of Ancestor Chen and Xia Shang, but also the power of the Death God. Bai Wangyuan and the others fell silent. The longer the silence, the stronger their killing intent grew.
"I suspect this still isn't his limit," Xia Shenji said at last, casting a glance at Mist Ancestor. "Xi Wei, what trump cards does Lu Xiao Xuan have?"
Mist Ancestor pressed her lips together. Trump cards? Wasn't Xia Shang's power supposed to be his final ace? Where had such powerful Death God energy come from? She knew that the boy had cultivated the Death God's power, but even if the Death God had been powerful, that shouldn't have been enough for a Star Envoy to severely wound an Ancestor, especially one at the level of the Nine Mountains Eight Seas. It made no sense. If the Death God had been that powerful, what would have been the point of the Eternal Clan?
Even she, who had stayed by Lu Yin's side all this time, had no idea where such powerful Death God energy had come from. Now Xia Shenji was claiming that the boy had another trump card. She was at a loss. Wait—the Progenitor's Sword.
At the thought of the Progenitor's Sword, Mist Ancestor's eyes lit up. Bai Wangyuan and the others were staring at her. She arched a brow. "Why are you looking at me? Don't tell me you expect me to deal with that boy?"
"What other trump cards does Lu Xiao Xuan have?" Xia Shenji asked darkly. He had suffered a heavy loss.
Bai Wangyuan and Wang Fan both thought that Mist Ancestor knew something. The change in her expression had been too obvious, and