Lu Yin shook his head. In his Void Ring, he still had the blade capable of killing Mo Shang, the one he had obtained from Undying God. It contained the power of decay.
Once, he had thought he would need that blade to kill Mo Shang. Now, he didn't.
If he could suppress Feng Bo, then Mo Shang was nothing.
The moment Mo Shang had come with him to the Heavenly Sect, his fate had been sealed.
The only use he had left was to serve as a warning.
Did humanity need experts? Of course. But not just any expert. This man was selfish and self-serving. He had enjoyed the Heavenly Sect's kindness, yet betrayed it. Though he was human, he had no regard for humanity. The only thing an expert like him was good for was serving as a warning.
"Lord Lu, don't push me. You have divine power—I know that. Don't make me expose you. I only want to live. I'm willing to join you," Mo Shang threatened in a low voice, his eyes contorted with malice.
Lu Yin sneered. "Go ahead and tell them. Who doesn't know?"
Mo Shang was stunned. They all knew?
"What do you think made me the Heavenly Sect's Dao Master? What do you think I've been through? Do you think divine power can control me?" Lu Yin mocked.
"Lord Lu, I'm willing to join you! Lord Lu—" Mo Shang roared, blood spilling across the Heavenly Ladder.
The Great Darkness Heaven had already dissipated. Everyone in the Heavenly Sect watched as Mo Shang bore the weight of the land and kept falling.
He couldn't dodge or escape. That was the land's suppression. Lu Yin could use it to suppress countless people—or just one.
Lu Buzheng let out a breath. It was over. Old