To Xu Lu, the situation could hardly have been worse. Zhan Si Sinpo had returned to seize the ritual artifact from Luo Muye. Luo Muye was gravely wounded and near death, yet he still refused to let it go.
What good was an unbroken spirit in a broken body?
Luo Bin looked imposing, but in the Yin-Yang World, presence meant nothing. What mattered was ability.
Luo Bin's abilities were certainly nothing to scoff at.
But his opponent was a Sinpo!
Even stripped of his title, a Sinpo was still a Sinpo!
And yet... Luo Bin had actually used a Taoist art?
The Horse-Riding, Taoist, and Black-Robed Man!
All embodied in a single person!
Anywhere else, against any other opponent, Xu Lu would have been ecstatic. He would not have been jealous, only envious and happy for Luo Bin.
Right now, all he could think was that this was impossible.
Luo Bin had drawn a talisman and recited an incantation. Neither was low-level, yet both felt plain and unadorned. Then a sword had appeared out of thin air!
Zhan Si Sinpo's furious strike had been interrupted outright!
Even if Luo Bin took the path of an evil cultivator and devoured Taoists like tonics, something like this should never have been possible.
A Sinpo was on par with a Living Buddha, and a Living Buddha was on par with a Taoist capable of Yang Spirit Projection!
And how could a sword simply appear from nowhere?
Xu Lu had spent so long on Divine Firmament Mountain, yet he had never seen anything like it!
These thoughts flashed through Xu Lu's mind in an instant!
The wooden fish Luo Muye had thrown struck Zhan Si square in the forehead with a thunk.
Thud, thud, thud. Zhan Si Sinpo staggered three steps backward, swaying as