The card was naturally the Lost Race's Hidden Mountain Card.
Lu Yin grabbed the Silver-haired Old Madam and appeared inside the Hidden Mountain Card. She endured the pain of her broken arm and glared at him. "You're from the Lost Race? Why are you attacking me?"
Lu Yin tightened his grip and crushed her arm. The Silver-haired Old Madam's shrill screams grew louder and louder, as if an endless sea of blood were pressing down on them.
"Your sea of blood isn't even one percent as powerful as E Chi's." As he spoke, Lu Yin reached out. The Silver-haired Old Madam used her silver needles again, but they shattered as soon as they touched the purple-black substance. Lu Yin placed a hand on her shoulder and slowly pressed down.
The Silver-haired Old Madam suddenly drew out over a hundred strands of silver hair. They formed a strange pattern that swept toward Lu Yin.
Lu Yin raised his left palm and held the pattern back. He was surprised. "A battle technique resembling an Original Treasure Formation, but it lacks power."
A silver needle appeared within the pattern and shot straight at Lu Yin, giving him a sense of danger. It was an ancestral realm treasure.
Lu Yin casually pulled out a pair of Slippers and smacked the needle to pieces. The Silver-haired Old Madam stared in a daze. How was this possible? That was an Ancestor Soldier personally crafted by Mu Jun, powerful enough to pierce the body of any Half Monarch-level expert. She had intended to use it to kill Feng Lei Guan Qin, but it had been smashed to pieces just like that—with a pair of Slippers?
The Silver-haired Old Madam stared hard at Lu Yin. The needles were useless, the Monarch Qi was useless, and she couldn't resist