The icy-blue palm print slammed into One Yang. Blue and gold alternated, tearing through the void and spreading in every direction. The lake froze over, then quickly melted and evaporated.
Lu Yin put all his strength into one palm. With a boom, One Yang burst apart, and an unstoppable wave of force sent Young Master Chang Bai flying.
Snowflakes gathered behind Young Master Chang Bai, constantly absorbing the force. He retreated a full ten thousand meters before finally dispelling all of Lu Yin's One Yang, his face pale and his breathing ragged.
Lu Yin frowned. This man's strength wasn't nearly as terrifying as his Rune Dao Numbers suggested. He was far weaker than Little White Silkworm. Only his Tianchi Snow Palm surpassed Qiuhan Qing's strength, allowing him to withstand One Yang. But that was only because One Yang had gathered part of Lu Yin's star energy. If Lu Yin had concentrated all his star energy into One Yang, this man's Tianchi Snow Palm wouldn't have delayed it for even a second.
Young Master Chang Bai smiled wryly. "Just as I thought. In my normal state, I really am no match for you. You may not have reached the level of a Domain Progenitor, but you're not far off. For someone in the Cruising Realm to have your kind of strength—looking across your Fifth Continent, even the Ten Arbiters couldn't match it at your age, could they? I've really hit the jackpot, running into a monster like you."
Lu Yin looked at him in surprise. "Your normal state?"
Young Master Chang Bai straightened up and exhaled. "Baihong Realm comes from Secret Ancestor Brahma Domain. Do you know what Secret Ancestor means? The ancestor of secret techniques." As he spoke, the star energy around his body warped, as if burning. His face