When Qing Yu brought his staff crashing down, Lu Yin's heart skipped a beat. That feeling was so familiar—it was a lot like the White Night Fist. He didn't dwell on it. His hand shot out, fingers curling into a claw, and he met the blow with the seventh form of the Heavenly Beast Claw.
Gulles fired an arrow.
Balaro, Bai Xue, and Granny attacked at the same time. Together, they all joined forces to withstand Qing Yu's blow.
With a thunderous crash, everyone was knocked back. Bai Xue, Granny, Gulles, and Balaro all spat blood. Qing Yu's attack was far too fierce, and they were struggling to withstand it. Zhang Ding Tian was also forced back more than ten paces, each step leaving a clear footprint in the ground. Only Lu Yin held his ground, his rear foot sinking into the earth as he stopped Qing Yu's staff, his body enduring unimaginable pressure.
The iron staff vanished. Qing Yu stood ten meters from Lu Yin, looking rather surprised. "You're quite strong. Even though I've only kept my strength at the Probe Realm, you managed to withstand my attack. Not bad."
"Probe Realm?" Huo Xiaoling and a few other students cried out in surprise. Even Yan Gang and the others, hidden nearby, were shocked. Wasn't Qing Yu in the Integrating Realm?
Qing Yu burst out laughing. "You fools believe anything anyone tells you. If I were really in the Integrating Realm, what would be the point of this trial? Would the Great Yu Empire send you here to die? Probe Realm students naturally get Probe Realm trial missions. You're just too stupid—and too weak."
From the shadows, Yan Gang roared and charged out. His palms slammed together, conjuring flames that took the shape of a spear and shot toward Qing