Jian Yuan fell into a brief silence.
Lu Yin stood high in the sky, looking down over the world.
On the ground, Wu Jin coughed up blood and looked up. He met Lu Yin's cold gaze. How had this man cultivated? It seemed like he could do anything.
Not far away, Nian Xian was speechless. He should've known better than to come. Now he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If he ran, he couldn't explain himself to Nine Immortals; if he fought, he was panicking, afraid he'd be beaten to death.
Old Salamander lay on the ground, panting for several breaths before looking around. "Any other old-timers want to step up? Come at me all at once."
No one answered. Quite a few cultivators instinctively took a step back.
Step up? They couldn't understand it. In a one-on-one fight, aside from Yu Sang Tian, who could beat this Third Master for sure? He was far too strong.
The few Spirit Beginning Realm experts who'd originally planned to step in were especially relieved, nearly ready to celebrate with a drink. Thank goodness they hadn't acted, or they'd have been dead for sure.
You Xia's Eternal Flame and Great Golden Wing's golden radiance both faded.
If Bao Qi and Meng Sang's fight for the position of Sang Tian had been a desperate battle, perilous at every turn, then Lu Yin's fight for the position had been a complete rout. With his own strength, he'd crushed the many experts.
To Bao Qi and the others, these people were mad dogs. To Lu Yin, they were nothing but sick dogs.
What everyone wondered most now was whether Third Master had been injured, and whether that change in his form had been his final trump card.
Bao Qi Sang Tian had