"What... are you doing?"
In the mountain forest, the burly man lowered his head and looked at the palm pressed against his chest. Lu Ye's strength was undeniably considerable, but that was all it was.
He could not understand why the other man would do something like this in the midst of a life-or-death struggle.
As he spoke, the curved blade in his hand swung at Lu Ye again. At that moment, the palm on his chest suddenly exerted force. Lu Ye had sensed something wrong and activated the power within his body.
The burly man immediately let out a muffled groan and flew backward, his chest caving in. He crashed several yards away. Propping himself up with his curved blade, he struggled to rise, his face full of disbelief as he looked at Lu Ye. "A... a cultivator!"
Before he could finish, he collapsed to the ground again, blood spilling from his mouth.
Lu Ye stood where he was, raised a hand to touch his cheek, then looked at his palm. It was covered in blood.
An ordinary mortal who had never cultivated... wielding a common weapon that did not even qualify as a Dharma Artifact had actually injured him!
It was simply unheard of.
He hurriedly examined himself, only to discover that he had become incomparably weak.
He had felt this weakness the moment he arrived in this trial scenario. However, before he could properly experience it, the Fate Dice had appeared and drawn away his attention.
Only now did he realize something he found difficult to accept. He had been suppressed, and it was an exceedingly terrifying suppression.
A few days ago, when he had chatted and drunk with Abuluo and Gu Sheng, he had heard them speak of one of their trial experiences. For top Moon