Zhang Ding Tian had thought that after years of fighting the Sixth Continent, he'd gained plenty of battle experience. He hadn't expected Lu Yin's experience to be no less extensive—or that Lu Yin had endured desperate wars that even Dojo Master Lan and the others could never have imagined. His perspective was already on an entirely different level.
Lu Yin was breathing hard. This Sword Master was even more difficult to deal with than Elder Song had been. His reactions were simply a little faster; otherwise, that palm strike would have landed squarely, and the man would have been dead or seriously injured.
More than two hundred thousand cultivators were up against a hundred or so people from the Sixth Continent, and they were not gaining the upper hand. Numbers alone weren't enough.
In the distance, the Sword Master had been slammed deep into the ground, carving a trench thousands of meters long. He looked utterly battered. More importantly, his hands were trembling—not from fear, but because the force had been too much for him to bear.
He looked up and glared at Lu Yin, humiliated and furious. He'd actually been sent flying by an Exploration Realm cultivator. If word got back to the Sixth Continent, he'd never live it down.
With a roar, he leaped out and charged at Lu Yin, but halfway there, a burly middle-aged man blocked his way. The man was clearly an Enlightenment Realm Expert, and at a glance, he seemed to come from Chongshan Dojo. Catching the Sword Master off guard, he grabbed the hilt of his sword. "I've had my eye on you for a long time!" he roared, then wrenched hard. The Sword Master howled as his wrist snapped, and his sword fell to the ground.
In his fury, the ancestor imprint