I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 1140: The Long-Awaited Arrival

Luo Bingxin caught onto the conditions under which she obtained a certain level of command over the Four Corpse Kings. To limit the combat power of the Four Corpse Kings, capturing Luo Bingxin was a better choice.

Lin Yi keenly observed that Luo Bingxin’s attention was now focused on his doppelg?nger being troubled by the Drought Demon. Taking advantage of this opportunity to launch a surprise attack had a high probability of success.

Once she was severely wounded, capturing her would become much simpler.

With Lin Yi’s current strength, even in a face-to-face battle against Luo Bingxin, he had a high chance of winning, not to mention launching a sneak attack from the shadows.

Lin Yi’s doppelg?ngers were battling in different places, and not only Luo Bingxin, but also the experts brought by the Eastern War God, could see this.

Seeing numerous Lin Yi’s shuttling across the battlefield, not only Luo Bingxin, but the Eastern War God and his subordinates, believed that those who were acting brazenly were all Lin Yi’s doppelg?ngers.

This caused Luo Bingxin to focus more attention on the Lin Yi that was being dealt with by the Drought Demon.

Luo Bingxin knew the strength of the Drought Demon well and knew she was a wise figure. So, she trusted the judgement of the Drought Demon and watched Lin Yi attentively, not expecting to be exposed.

It wasn’t just Luo Bingxin, even Old Xuan was like this.

Just as Luo Bingxin and Old Xuan were expecting the Drought Demon to successfully kill Lin Yi and take the Divine River Song from him, a cold sensation made Luo Bingxin uneasy on her delicate neck.

"You’re really watching very closely, aren’t you."

"Though I didn’t want to win against you like this, it is nonetheless the simplest and most effective method. So, what do you think, call back the Four Corpse Kings, and I’ll let you leave alive."

Luo Bingxin and Lin Yi hadn’t met much or spoken often, but Lin Yi’s appearance and manner were deeply imprinted in Luo Bingxin’s heart.

Admiration was true, but likability was not something that could be spoken of.

The desire for what lay in Lin Yi’s hand was quite profound.

She had imagined countless ways to meet Lin Yi, but never like this.

Having already gained the support of the Four Corpse Kings, even the Immortal King had to look at her differently. Yet, she didn’t expect Lin Yi to simply place a weapon at her vital point.

"You’re really something, Lin Yi, to deceive both the Drought Demon and the Eastern War God, so this is, in fact, your doppelg?nger."

Seeing his young master in danger, Old Xuan unleashed all his aura without holding back.

His pitch-black eyes were full of killing intent.

For an ordinary person to meet his gaze, they would surely be overawed, possibly revealing a flaw as a result.

But who is Lin Yi.

Having dared to act, he didn’t regard Old Xuan at all.

Lin Yi smiled slightly, revealing a rather helpless expression:

I never said that was my main body; it was they who insisted on thinking so, even you believed it, watching so attentively, let’s say, what does your lackey mean by this, does he want to test if his speed is faster or if mine is when wielding the sword?

With those words, Lin Yi gripped the Soul-Breaking Skill tighter, embedding its blade more forcefully into that fair skin.

Old Xuan’s pupils contracted sharply upon seeing this scene.

He knew well the sharpness of the Divine Artifact.

Even though his young mistress possessed Yinglong’s bloodline, with defense far exceeding peers of the same level, it was not certain she could withstand Lin Yi’s attack.

Most importantly, Old Xuan was acutely aware that Lin Yi’s strength couldn’t be measured by his Divine Power Level, having two Outer-Attached God Divine Artifacts, the power he could exhibit absolutely far exceeded his current level.

The blade of the Soul-Breaking Skill was already pressed against his young mistress’s fair skin, and if a bit more force was added, who knew what outcome might occur.

"Lin Yi, you’d better not act recklessly. If anything untoward happens to Luo Bingxin, I swear I’ll make you pay, with a cost you’d regret for a lifetime."

Threats? What Lin Yi hated most in this life were threats.

If Old Xuan’s Divine Power Level had reached Level A, Lin Yi might take Old Xuan’s threat seriously.

Now, with the gap in strength not being vast, and Lin Yi having a great assurance of defeating both simultaneously, on what grounds could he threaten Lin Yi?

Ultimately, it was the powerlessness of helpless fury.

Lin Yi glanced at Old Xuan, completely dismissing him, then addressed Luo Bingxin once again.

"I don’t have time to waste words with you, you’d best call back Jiang Chen and Ying Gou immediately, or else, I’ll make you lose your head."

Luo Bingxin, though unclear of Lin Yi’s objective for doing this, knew that only by the Four Corpse Kings acting together could they exert their expected combat power, especially in this chaotic and crowded battlefield.

If she recalled the two, the situation would surely tip over.

So there was no way she could go along with Lin Yi’s demand.

"Oh, what if I disagree?"

Hearing this, Old Xuan’s heart tightened.

Having heard many of Lin Yi’s feats, he knew what kind of person Lin Yi was.

Unyielding to pressure, decisive in killing.

With nothing to restrain Lin Yi now and no emotional ties, Lin Yi would indeed take action.

Old Xuan only wanted to tell his young master that she had to endure and could yield a bit, sometimes making some concessions was not a bad thing, there was no need to compete hard against Lin Yi and suffer this wound.

Unexpectedly, his young master gave such an arrogant answer.

Lin Yi had long anticipated how Luo Bingxin would respond to his question. At the very moment Luo Bingxin opened her mouth, Lin Yi slashed down with the Soul-Breaking Skill.

This strike was infused with a huge amount of Lin Yi’s Divine Power.

Damn it, was it still too light?

A flash of coldness, a string of crimson blood beads splashed before Lin Yi’s eyes.

The slashed Luo Bingxin had already distanced herself from Lin Yi by a safe margin.

Old Xuan, seeing this, nearly ground his molars to powder.

He truly didn’t expect that Lin Yi would act so decisively.

Suppressing the killing intent to make a move against Lin Yi, Old Xuan quickly rushed to support his young mistress.

"Miss, are you alright?"

At this moment, Luo Bingxin gave Old Xuan no reaction.

Her face showed no sign of displeasure.

Her beautiful eyes were fixated on Lin Yi in front of her.

There was madness, excitement, and even pleasure.

On her delicate hands, faint dragon scales appeared, and where the Soul-Breaking Skill struck, icy blue dragon scales were evident.

Unfortunately, the dragon scales were already torn, revealing the vibrant red flesh underneath.

Luo Bingxin’s left hand pressed against the wound, Divine Power and Taichu continuously flowed toward the wound, cleansing the foreign power left by Lin Yi’s blade while healing her wound.

The injury didn’t seem very severe to her.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Old Xuan was very worried, his voice trembling.