Even though he was heavily injured, Zhang Dingtian smiled. Bai Xue looked at Lu Yin expectantly; she had never felt so helpless before either.

Qingyu huffed, “You’ve been hiding your true strength?”

Lu Yin stretched his shoulders, “Not really. Some people just burst forth with potential when they’re forced to their wit’s end.”

“Ha, so what if you burst? You’re only a maggot.” Qingyu pointed a finger at Lu Yin, the same one that had defeated Zhang Dingtian, Yan Gang, Munoor, the other students, and even Lu Yin’s older Cosmic Palm. An apprehensive Lu Yin raised his own hand, four stars spinning within as he struck out.

“Courting death!” Qingyu shouted. The Daynight Clan was invincible amongst others at the same level.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Four explosions rang out in quick succession. Qingyu didn’t even bother about the first three, but a terrifying pressure descended upon him with the fourth that finally bent his finger. A palm landed...