Shao Qingfeng watched Lu Yin's appearance change, his own expression changing with it. He looked nearly horrified, as if he'd witnessed something impossible. "Lu—Yin?"
"You're Lu Yin from Primeval Space?"
Lu Yin smiled. "That's why I said it's been a long time."
Shao Qingfeng was aghast. "You were Xuan Qi too? How did you fool Over Space-Time? How did you fool Illusory God Space-Time? It's impossible. So many Extreme Experts have met you. There's no way they didn't recognize you."
"That's the difference between us," Lu Yin said. "Now you can die knowing why."
"Wait! Why are you killing me? I've never wronged you." Blood stained the corner of Shao Qingfeng's mouth. He suddenly took out a rare treasure, trying to break free of the card, but before Lu Yin, every trick was futile.
Lu Yin shattered the treasure and pressed one hand to the top of Shao Qingfeng's head. "Blame yourself for thinking you're above everyone else. Who was it that said Reincarnation Space-Time had offended him, and that Primeval Space would eventually be conquered? Who wanted to use the people close to me as an appetizer? You wanted to watch the people I care about most get auctioned off and turned into demi-humans. Did you have what it takes?"
Those were the words Shao Qingfeng had spoken before they set out for their trial in Primeval Space, when the Six Directions Dojo had gathered. Back then, he'd stood above everyone else, looking down on them all. He'd wanted to trample Lu Yin. Now, this was what had become of him.
Shao Qingfeng remembered. Yes, he'd said that. He even recalled asking Xuan Qi what he thought at the time. He looked up and met Lu Yin's eyes. That man had smiled then—a bright, delighted smile—and said, "Sounds good."