Nobody liked Young Master Yu. Even the people of the Four Sides Heavenly Balance couldn't stand him. Food God had spent years at Ancestor Gazing Tower, and he was a kind man. Even the Four Sides Heavenly Balance respected him to some degree. Many had received his help, and they didn't want to see him die such a miserable death.
But how could Food God give up? He had only one chance to fight, and that eyeball was Young Master Yu's last resort. If he could evade the power of an Ancestor and hit this traitorous disciple, even once, that would be enough. Just once.
"Master, do you know how happy Junior Sister was before she died? She was happy she'd helped me, that she'd made me who I am. She died horribly, but that was her fate. She couldn't escape it." Young Master Yu laughed.
Food God swayed, clutching his chest. He spat out blood, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Young Master Yu. The cleaver in his hand had already broken. Ahead, the void was annihilated again, grazing Food God's shoulder and splitting open half his body.
In the distance, Lu Yin stepped forward. "This ends now." As he spoke, he beckoned. The Prison Dragon suddenly appeared, its roar shaking the heavens. Ancestor-level power swept across the entire Yin Mountain Area, drawing everyone's gaze and leaving them aghast.
Young Master Yu and Food God both looked over and saw the Prison Dragon.
Ce Donglai and the others relaxed. Lu Yin had arrived. That was good. Even if an Ancestor of the Four Sides Heavenly Balance intervened, he could protect Food God.
Young Master Yu's expression darkened. Lu Yin had been gone for three years. He hadn't expected him to show up now.
Food God looked at the