Lu Yin brought one hand down, but hit nothing. A short arm appeared before him and struck in the instant he couldn't react. The blow landed on his right shoulder, near his throat, nearly choking him. The terrifying force sent him flying, and a mouthful of blood caught in his throat, impossible to spit out.
Bloodshot eyes were right in front of him. Ming Qing had caught up.
Why?
As Lu Yin watched Ming Qing draw closer, he couldn't understand how it had done it. He had clearly suppressed it, yet it had turned the tables, gaining speed and strength enough to leave even him unable to react. That last blow had been no light hit.
He vanished with Instant Movement, putting distance between himself and Ming Qing.
He looked up. Ming Qing was charging toward him. It wasn't using Instant Movement, but within the Yin Yang Realm, its speed was practically indistinguishable from it.
Lu Yin struck with one palm, and Ming Qing did the same.
Boom!
The enormous crash shook Outer Heaven once more. A surging gale erupted, buffeting the Seventy-two Realms.
It felt similar to Armed Vitality, but different.
Armed Vitality let Ming Qing attack with its own power. This time, though, it was different—very different. It felt as if he were facing another Ming Qing.
Lu Yin stared at Ming Qing, slowly dodging its attacks.
It wasn't Armed Vitality.
Nor was it a divine gift.
What was this feeling? What kind of power was this? At that moment, Ming Qing gave Lu Yin an indescribably bizarre feeling, as if there were a second soul inside it—and that soul was somehow similar to him. Ming Qing's way of fighting was very close to his own.
In the Beautiful Universe, Saint Rou and Time Gui looked at each