After hearing Nightking Zhenwu’s response, Lu Yin simply shrugged. “If you can’t do that much, then just forget it. That’s my only condition.”  

Nightking Zhenwu sighed. “I thought that there was still a chance that we could resolve our grudges and that I would be able to agin another friend within the Ten Arbiters. Since you aren’t tactful enough, then just die.”

Lu Yin’s pupils transformed into runes, and he carefully observed Nightking Zhenwu. Just the thought of the Arrow Progenitor’s secret technique made Lu Yin nervous.

“Do you think that I’m going to use the Arrow Progenitor's secret technique now? You’re wrong—I’ve already used it. From the very first moment we exchanged blows at the beginning, your death was already determined,” Nightking Zhenwu said gloomily. 

After his words finished, Lu Yin’s back went cold, and he hurriedly looked down at his body. He instantly saw rune lines around his heart that did not belong to him. What was that?

There was a whooshing sound, and blood blossomed as it burst out of his heart. It erupted from his body and dripped onto the Champions' Stage. 

Lu Yin’s pupils instantly constricted as intense pain wracked his entire body while his strength failed him. His heart had been pierced through. 

At this moment, everything went silent, and Lu Yin could only hear the beating of his own heart as well as the sound of his fresh blood falling, drop by drop, onto the Champions' Stage. 

When? Was this...