Outside the mountain range, Zhuo Baiye looked at Lu Yin, her gaze complicated. "Are you going to make a move? All your concealment will have been for nothing."
He stood like a towering peak, his shadow seemingly enveloping everyone. At that moment, even Mu Rong paled in comparison.
High above, a group of ships suddenly arranged themselves into the words, "Join forces. Kill Lu."
Just four simple words, yet they showed an extraordinary resolve. These were ships belonging to the White Night Clan.
The next moment, War Dragon White Night was the first to attack. He raised his right fist, gathering all his strength, then struck with a mighty force that warped space. "Lu Yin, it's been a long time."
Lu Yin's gaze sharpened. As he watched War Dragon White Night's fist come crashing toward him, he slowly raised his right palm in full view of everyone. Bang! A thunderous impact sent dust billowing and shock waves rippling visibly through the air, pushing Hai Qiqi and the others back. The mountain range split apart, and a rift cleaved horizontally through space, leaving countless people aghast.
With a whoosh, the dust dispersed. What appeared before everyone was Lu Yin's calm face. He hadn't retreated a single step. His palm had clamped tightly around War Dragon White Night's right fist, leaving him unable to advance or withdraw.
Countless people gaped in disbelief. That was War Dragon White Night, one of the White Night Clan's top experts, a match for Liu Shaoqiu and strong enough to join the attack on Mu Rong. Yet Lu Yin had caught his punch with ease. Even Ling Que and the others had either counterattacked or dodged War Dragon White Night's punch. Not one of them had caught it as effortlessly as Lu Yin.
War Dragon White Night