Lu Yin did not move in the slightest. At the crucial moment, a black beam swept past from above, grazing his scalp before striking the Corpse King and shattering its head. Its body slowly collapsed.
It was the Technique of Giving.
Lu Yin looked up. Over Space-Time would not let him face danger. Otherwise, what would happen to Zi Jing?
However, he also had to show something unusual about himself—at the very least, he had to make the people of Over Space-Time feel that he was acceptable.
The black beam destroyed the Corpse King. On the platform, Lu Yin patted his chest and looked at the woman who had been scared senseless. "I'll do it."
Only then did the woman snap out of her daze. Her eyes reddened as she pulled back her arm and hid alone in a corner, not daring to let anyone see her tears. She had truly been terrified.
No one mocked him at that moment. When had these noble disciples ever experienced such a scene?
The platform was filled with noble disciples. They should have been sent to other battlefields—the kind where the strongest enemies were only Envoys, battlefields where their strength was enough to protect themselves—instead of here, where any random Corpse King could sweep them all away.
Lu Yin pressed his arm against the square and wiped his forehead.
Zuo Yu and the others all stared at him. "Just what are you?"
The movement technique Lu Yin had displayed just now was definitely extraordinary. At the very least, they could not do it.
They could only borrow the power of the Energy Source to release attacks. Their own strength was far from reaching the level of the Energy Source. They could not perform Lu Yin's movement technique, nor could they even learn it.