"How do you want to die?" Lu Xiaotian asked, making no attempt to conceal the killing intent radiating from him as he fixed his eyes on Xiang Huaze.
"Quit blowing hot air. But this king has business to attend to today, so I won't waste time with you. I'll come back for another fight when I have the time."
Xiang Huaze lacked confidence. His opponent had only struck once just now, but when they had clashed head-on, the opponent's sword intent had carved into the crystal-black staff, making Xiang Huaze's heart clench. The crystal-black staff was still trembling slightly. He felt somewhat lacking in confidence facing this man. It seemed that woman Yu Ya had been right—the person backing this junior truly possessed extraordinary strength. Unfortunately, it was already too late for regret. What a pity about his Bone-Eroding Demon Insects.
"You only want to leave now? Don't you think it's a little too late?" Lu Xiaotian sneered coldly. The sword embryo in the air split into eight, transforming into eight Misty Flying Swords that descended around Xiang Huaze. As his cultivation of the Misty Sword Art progressed, Lu Xiaotian discovered that cultivating the sword embryo was not merely a matter of combining eight flying swords into one. The strength of the sword embryo and the ease with which it could be wielded depended chiefly on one's comprehension of the Misty Sword Art. The deeper his understanding of the art, the less mana he would consume when merging the swords into a sword embryo, while its power would also increase greatly. Since his mana could not be substantially increased in a short period, further comprehending the Misty Sword Art was another dependable path.
Of course, the most important thing was that the Misty Sword Art was more than enough to