Lu Ren fell limply like a leaf, then slowly rose like a sturdy pine. Gravely wounded, his aura had grown feeble.
His eyes were sharp as blades. Against Jue Ming and Yue Qiubai together, his own strength was like a mantis trying to stop a cart. He could not contend with them.
Even with the power of his sword soul, holding off their assault would be as difficult as an ant trying to shake a tree.
Yet there was not a trace of fear on his face.
The many Divine King experts of the divine clans glared at him, especially those of the Undead Royal Family. Their faces were cold as frost. Lu Ren had killed their Sixth Prince. This was the fate he deserved.
"Stop wasting words on him. Destroy him completely!"
Jue Ming roared. His arm reattached itself and his flesh regrew. Forming seals with both hands, he unleashed an abyss of black Baleful Intent that rushed toward Lu Ren, bent on swallowing him whole.
Yue Qiubai also unleashed a divine art. It became a wheel of moonlight that radiated a chilling aura and surged forward.
When a Divine King struck back, the result was terrifying—especially if they detonated their Divine Rules. The power of those rules would soar.
Lu Ren possessed four Supreme Divine Rules. If he truly detonated them, Jue Ming and Yue Qiubai might kill him, but they would likely pay a terrible price.
Yet Lu Ren neither retreated nor dodged as their divine arts bore down on him.
He held a bottle in his palm and crushed it. A surge of powerful bloodline energy burst forth, and Lu Ren swallowed it in one gulp.
"Aaaah!"
Powerful energy erupted through Lu Ren. His aura grew stronger and stronger, and his divine power surged wildly.
It