That time, it absolutely wasn't Cheng Kong. No matter how formidable he was, Cheng Kong couldn't have kept the Lost Race from noticing him attacking me there. Besides, if it had been Cheng Kong, I would already have been dead.
But this time, it was Cheng Kong.
At the same time, Great Stone Emperor suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were lifeless as he slowly turned and walked toward Lu Yin, one step at a time. He raised his hand, and a long saber appeared in it.
Lu Yin's face was pale, sweat dripping from his forehead. Great Stone Emperor was clearly dead, yet Cheng Kong had taken control of his body.
"I let you go once. This time, I'll finish you off." A disembodied voice rang out.
Those were the second words—and the last—Lu Yin could hear.
Great Stone Emperor's saber fell. In that instant, Lu Yin felt that not only was his body beyond his control, he couldn't even defend himself instinctively. That single slash from Great Stone Emperor was enough to kill him.
Cheng Kong had taken complete control of his body.
All that remained was his mind, sending out warning after warning.
The body was a vessel for the mind. Unable to move, Lu Yin could only watch as the blade fell.
Suddenly, the little knife that had hung around his neck rose into the air. Its saber light flowed like water. Great Stone Emperor began to crumble from the saber in his hand, piece by piece, until his entire body shattered. The saber light kept spreading, heading in one direction—to strike.
At the intelligence center, the saber light unleashed eighty-one strikes. Each one could have collapsed the void, yet not one caused the slightest damage to the surrounding ground.
Lu Yin saw all eighty-one strikes