“How devious, Lu Yun!” Another Lu cultivator stepped forward as soon as Lu Yun finished, contempt outlining his expression. “You’ll admit defeat if we can take a single hit from you? Aren’t you the top youth sovereign? It seems you’ve won the title not with real strength, but with tricks and schemes.”

“Oh?” Lu Yun looked at the cultivator.

“Why don’t you take a hit from us?” The cultivator smirked, believing himself to have seen through Lu Yun’s plan. “If you can take that, we’ll admit defeat. What say you?”

Many in the crowd perked up at this suggestion. Lu Yun’s attack earlier had been too unnatural; Lu Qingshuang had lost before she could even react. That told them...