Watching Blood Madman standing high in the sky, displaying his full ferocity, Lu Yin realized this was the strength of an expert from the Sixth Continent who could contend for a place among the Dao Origin Three Heavens.
Wait, Lu Yin suddenly remembered something. Ling Gong belonged to the Lingling Clan, and the Lingling Clan had a cultivation technique called Spirit Separation.
Above, the White Knight's body had been pierced through. Blood Madman pulled back his hand and licked the blood on it. The red in his eyes grew more brilliant as he kept staring into the White Knight's eyes. Through them, he saw pain—and became even more excited.
Suddenly, Blood Madman's gaze sharpened. In the White Knight's pupils, besides his own reflection, he saw someone behind him. He hurriedly turned around, only to see a long spear about to pierce his throat. At the critical moment, Blood Madman raised a hand and caught the spear. The power of his Nine-Pattern Battle Qi kept the White Knight from pushing it any farther. "Y-you're not dead?"
Blood Madman was certain he had just killed the White Knight. His eyes hadn't lied, so why was there another one in front of him?
The White Knight's spear vibrated, knocking Blood Madman's hand aside. Its shaft then struck Blood Madman and sent him flying.
Below, the palace, whose expansion had long since stopped, began to glow again. It vaporized every blood lotus inside, and the vast tolling of a bell echoed through the air, like the music of a heavenly palace.
Blood Madman clutched his chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He stared at the White Knight, his gaze frenzied. "How is this possible? How could you defeat me?"
The White Knight pointed his spear at Blood Madman. "I told you.