After the Lu family returned, Old Ancestor Lu Yuan and Ancestor Lu Tianyi had both said they would give Lu Yin something to protect his life. He had been waiting, but one could never have too many life-saving items. Mu Ke was unquestionably powerful. His eighty-one blades were his trump card, and even against experts on the level of Young Yin Divine Venerable or Old Mo, they were extremely deadly moves. It was better to have them than not.
"I'm going to cut you," Mu Ke announced.
Lu Yin's eyelid twitched. For some reason, he felt like he was waiting to die.
"Oh, right. You can block them." As he spoke, Mu Ke vanished, leaving behind only a saber light that howled toward Lu Yin.
Lu Yin's gaze sharpened. He unleashed Infinite Inner World, and lines continuously flowed into his body as black-purple matter spread. In his heart, above the starry sky, a withered tree swayed, its power of restraint taking hold.
The first saber light was about to fall.
The first time he had endured the eighty-one blades in the Lost Race, he had been completely powerless to resist. His body wouldn't move, and there was nothing he could do. He could only watch as all eighty-one blades struck him.
Now, Lu Yin wanted to try resisting.
The saber light drew closer and closer.
Lu Yin restrained a hundred streams of power within himself while using Infinite Inner World to enhance his strength. In an instant, he released it all, doing everything he could to dodge.
Move!
With a crash, the tree trunk snapped. Lu Yin staggered, narrowly avoiding the first slash.
But then one saber light after another fell.
Lu Yin panted heavily. He could use the same method to dodge the second slash, the third, and even