Lu Yin raised a hand, Finger Sword Technique swirling around it as he pointed at Bing Xu.
Bing Xu sneered. "You think you can break Senluo Umbrella Prison?"
Lu Yin shook his head. "I'm just reminding you to take a look."
"At true—despair."
As his words fell, Finger Sword Technique darted through his palm. Lu Yin's hand withered, recovered, withered again, and recovered once more. The burning of Wushang Dao was too slow. He needed to gather his strength himself.
Bing Xu narrowed his eyes. Both Lu Yin's attitude and Jiu Wen's were wrong. Lu Yin was far too calm, far too composed. Did he really think he could break Senluo Umbrella Prison? Impossible. Even He Xiao and the others, who also cultivated Wushang Dao, would find it extremely difficult to break free once trapped. It could even be said that Jiu Wen would have a hard time breaking his Senluo Umbrella Prison. What made this man think he could?
"Quit putting on airs. I won't let you go, no matter how much you bluff." Bing Xu barked. This man had to be working with Jiu Wen, putting on an act to scare him into backing down. Ridiculous. When had a Wushang Dao cultivator ever been frightened into submission?
Ba Yue glanced at Jiu Wen. What was going on?
Inside Senluo Umbrella Prison, Lu Yin's lips curved upward. Extreme Reversal had reached its limit.
He raised his hand toward the starry sky and gave it a casual wave.
It was effortless, like stretching after a nap, or greeting someone.
As his arm swept out—
The heavens—????????????????split open.
Senluo Umbrella Prison was cleaved in two. The ribs of the umbrella in Bing Xu's hand snapped one by one. An invisible impact forced him back step after step, and he spat out