Lu Yin raised his hand. Strands of sword intent swirled around his finger as he pointed straight at Bing Xu.0

The man sneered. “You still want to break my Umbrella Dominion?”0

Lu Yin shook his head. “I was only reminding you to look. This is true despair.”0

As his words fell, the sword intent swirled down along his hand. It withered and recovered in a repeating cycle. It was taking too long for the consuming power of the Path of Dispassion to build up Extremes Must Be Reversed’s power, so he had decided to do the work himself.2

Bing Xu’s eyes narrowed. There was clearly something wrong with both Lu Yin and Jiu Wen's attitudes. This brat was too calm, too unshakable. Did he truly intend to break his Umbrella Dominion? That was simply impossible. Even if He Xiao or another Immortal who cultivated the Path of Dispassion were trapped inside, they would find it extremely difficult to break free from Bing Xu’s Umbrella Dominion. One could even say it would be difficult for Jiu Wen to break free. What was the source of this brat’s confidence?0

“Stop putting on a show. I will not let you go. No matter how you act, it is useless,” Bing Xu shouted coldly. This man had to be coordinating with Jiu Wen to intimidate Bing Xu into backing off. Ridiculous. Since when had cultivators of the Path of Dispassion been frightened...0