If an ordinary Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage cultivator had traded places with him, his soul would most likely already have returned to the Underworld. But the Tian Xiaojian of today was someone even Guanghan True Person could not defeat, so a mere handful of monsters were naturally even less worth mentioning.
He made no extra movement. The surface of his body was wrapped in a layer of seven-colored, glassy flames, and the pillars of light spat out by those Giant Pythons were utterly useless. Their other Supernatural Powers were no more than showing off axe-work before Lu Ban; like clay oxen sinking into the sea, they did not stir even the slightest ripple.
Tian Xiaojian's face was full of mockery. He clenched both hands, and the light-flames enveloping his body bloomed open petal by petal like a lotus.
Those Giant Pythons had nowhere to dodge. Amid miserable screams and hisses, they were turned by the flames into ash and nothingness.
The Seven-Colored Mystic Ice Fire—its power was indeed enough to make one click one's tongue.
However, this was not the secret art of the former Grand Commander of the Devil Race, but something evolved from the secret technique Tian Xiaojian had possessed in the Human World.
With the crisis resolved, several Inner Cores surfaced in Tian Xiaojian's palm. They were the only remnants of those strange pythons. Tian Xiaojian stared at them for a moment, then actually tipped his head back and swallowed them into his stomach.
Afterward, he turned into a Startling Rainbow and flew off into the distance.
At the same time, elsewhere, Nailong True Person stood before a cliff. At his feet lay the corpses of several strange beasts, yet they looked as though they had been scorched by lightning, pitch-black all over, their original appearances