How could the young man possibly stop? Running away still gave him a sliver of hope. If he stopped, he would be handing his life over to the other man.
As Lu Yin reached for him a second time, the young man's gaze turned fierce. "Senior, are you really unwilling to give this junior a chance to live?"
Lu Yin said nothing. His hand kept closing in on the young man.
The young man suddenly pulled out a long spear, spun around, and thrust it straight at Lu Yin.
Lu Yin raised an eyebrow. A backhanded thrust—that was Da Hui's signature move. What was this man's relationship with Da Hui?
The spear grazed past Lu Yin and shattered the void.
When the thrust failed, the young man's face went ashen. Lu Yin grabbed him by the shoulder and squeezed hard. A piercing pain shot through the young man, who let out a wail and stopped dead in his tracks, dropping the spear from his hand.
"Senior, please, spare my life! I beg you!" the young man wailed.
Lu Yin let go. The young man gasped for breath and instinctively backed away, but he didn't flee. He knew he had no chance of escaping.
When he looked at Lu Yin again, his eyes were filled with fear.
"Who are you?" Lu Yin asked.
This time, the young man didn't dare refuse to answer. "This junior is Ye Sheng, a cultivator from this space-time."
"Are you with the Eternal Clan?"
"No, this junior isn't with the Eternal Clan. Senior, are you?"
Lu Yin looked at him with an inscrutable smile. "What do you think?"
Ye Sheng's expression shifted. He didn't know what to say.
"How did you cultivate to this level? You have the realm, but your strength falls far short of