The cultivator Lu Yin had possessed was already quite powerful, yet he was still no match for Ling Que.
But the Sixth Continent's advantage over cultivators from the Fifth Continent was simply too great. Between their innate suppression and their Imprints, without those advantages, this man wouldn't have been able to withstand even one of Ling Que's strikes.
Now, relying on every advantage at his disposal, Ling Que was still surrounded and pushed to the brink of death.
If Lu Yin hadn't possessed this man, Ling Que would have been as good as dead. He was already at the end of his rope, but things were different now.
Lu Yin approached Ling Que step by step.
Ling Que closed his eyes, then opened them and gazed wistfully at the starry sky. "My fan club... It's gone. What a shame. They won't get to see me one last time."
Lu Yin was speechless. Even now, this guy was still thinking about his fan club. Come to think of it, that fan club had left quite an impression on Lu Yin.
"Come on! Even if I die, I can still take you down with me!" Ling Que roared, tilting his head to glare at the cultivator Lu Yin had possessed. His gaze was haughty. "You Sixth Continent trash will be surpassed by us sooner or later. That person was right—you're all slaves to your fixed cultivation system."
Lu Yin narrowed his eyes. Ling Gong had said that during his battle with Blood Madman.
"I'm moved by what you said. Come on, kill me," Lu Yin said, gazing at Ling Que with heartfelt sincerity.
Ling Que froze. "What did you say?"
Lu Yin spoke righteously. "You're right. We Sixth Continent cultivators are all trash. You're amazing, and your words moved me. Come on,