Bei Qing hadn't been badly hurt. Lu Yin hadn't gone all out, but he'd still knocked him flat. Now, Bei Qing struggled to lift his head and stared at Lu Yin.
When Lu Yin had disguised himself as Lu Xiaoqi, Bei Qing hadn't recognized him. That was only natural.
Lu Yin stood up. "Don't ask too many questions. You'll bring trouble on yourself."
Hua Ying clenched her fists. A wisp of black sand spread out, gradually wrapping around her.
Lu Yin frowned. He'd already thought the black sand was strange, and now it seemed even stranger.
Suddenly, the Corpse King he'd brought with him let out a low growl.
Hua Ying glanced at her bindings, then glared at Lu Yin. "You kidnapped—"
Lu Yin didn't answer. He watched the black sand with interest. "Where did you get this stuff?"
Hua Ying sprang at Lu Yin and struck down at him. She wasn't a close-combat expert, but the black sand's defense gave her confidence. Even a Martial Venerable Realm expert couldn't break through it.
Lu Yin raised a hand and caught hers. Feeling the black sand's hardness and chill, he frowned. This sensation...
Hua Ying struck at Lu Yin's abdomen with her other hand, but he caught that one too. He carefully examined the black sand. There was nothing special about the sand itself, but it carried a layer of cold, sinister power. It reminded him of a Corpse King. He suddenly turned to look at the Corpse King he'd brought with him, his gaze flashing, then looked back at Hua Ying. "Where did this black sand come from?"
Hua Ying kicked at him—straight for his groin. Lu Yin's expression changed instantly. In over six years of cultivation and battle, he'd never encountered anything like this. This woman was vicious. He