If Xiang Kuang played the same trick again, and Lu Xiaotian kept fighting him, then it wouldn't just be that fearsome fellow Xiang Kuang who noticed. Even the nearby House Master of the Mangxiao Household would see at a glance that the level of divine sense Lu Xiaotian had displayed had already reached that of a Nascent Soul Middle Stage powerhouse. Lu Xiaotian had no intention of revealing to the two great cultivators just how powerful his Primordial Spirit really was.
"Heh heh, sorry. I got a little carried away and couldn't hold back. Don't take offense." Xiang Kuang said the words, but there wasn't the slightest hint of apology on his face. If Lu Xiaotian hadn't called him out, he really would have kept testing whether this mere early-stage cultivator's Primordial Spirit had truly reached a level comparable to that of a great cultivator. But since Lu Xiaotian had called him on it, Xiang Kuang couldn't very well continue.
"Five Flood Dragons Play with Pearls!"
Before Xiang Kuang had finished speaking, the five vicious flood dragons, snapping and lunging at the Misty Flying Sword, opened their jaws and each spat out a pearl the size of a fist, corresponding to its own color.
The fist-sized flood dragon pearls—red, orange, yellow, green, and blue—shot toward Lu Xiaotian one after another.
At the same time, the five vicious flood dragons and the Misty Flying Sword were locked in fierce combat. A single flying sword could not stand against the vicious dragons formed from the Five-Colored Flood Dragon Head Staff. Lu Xiaotian's strength lay in his sword formation: the eight flying swords worked in concert, sharing the dragons' attacks. For a time, the battle was deadlocked.
Taking advantage of the opening while the five vicious dragons kept the eight Misty Flying Swords