Zhang Ding Tian smiled. Though he was gravely wounded, he still smiled.
Bai Xue gazed at Lu Yin with desperate hope. She had never felt as helpless as she did now.
Qing Yu let out a breath. "You've been hiding your strength this whole time?"
Lu Yin rolled his shoulder. "Not exactly. When someone's pushed to the brink, they can unleash their potential."
Qing Yu burst out laughing. "You're nothing but an ant. So what if you unleash your potential? I'll send you on your way first." He pointed a finger at Lu Yin. That one finger had defeated Zhang Ding Tian, Yan Gang, Mono, and the others, sweeping through all the students. It had also broken Lu Yin's Heavenly Star Palm earlier. Facing it now, Lu Yin's gaze turned stern. He raised his hand, four stars revolving as he struck out with a palm.
"Looking for death?" Qing Yu roared. In the universe, the White Night Clan stood for terror and invincibility among those of the same level. The White Night Clan's battle techniques were unstoppable.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Four consecutive explosions rang out. Qing Yu paid no attention to the first three, but when the fourth detonated, a terrifying pressure descended. An irresistible force bent his finger in an instant, and a palm strike slammed into his right chest, sending him flying.
Waves of air surged, grinding the earth to pieces. The force of their collision swept across the sky like a tornado.
Everyone went deaf in an instant. All they could see was a gray haze as dust filled the air.
When the wind swept through and the dust cleared, everyone stared in shock. Qing Yu had been defeated.
Lu Yin panted, his right palm aching. A thin line of blood had broken through his skin