The Wind Envoy was incredibly fast, especially in this relatively confined space. Even using the Bat King's Dharma Wings might not give Lu Xiaotian an advantage. After all, the Bat King's Dharma Wings were an external aid, while the Wind Envoy's speed was the result of his own cultivation.
However, after the Wind Envoy had darted around within the formation several times, Lu Xiaotian had discerned a few patterns in his swift movements. He took advantage of the instant the Fanluo True Flame forced him back.
The Wind Envoy had thought Lu Xiaotian was an exceptionally powerful sword cultivator. After all, the sword embryos Lu Xiaotian wielded surpassed those of nearly every sword cultivator the Wind Envoy had ever seen. Add to that his godlike methods, which made him seem almost like a demon or fiend, and it was already astonishing. But how could the Wind Envoy have guessed that Lu Xiaotian still had such a terrifying secret art as instant teleportation up his sleeve, not to mention seven treasure pagodas he had never seen before? When had the State of Xiang ever had such a formidable figure beneath the great cultivators?
Before the words had even left his mouth, the Wind Envoy, still trying to escape the formation, once again sensed the terrifying aura within the spirit fire before him. He retreated at once. But after their brief exchange, Lu Xiaotian had already noticed a pattern in his movements—or, to be precise, it was not quite a pattern. He had simply forced the Wind Envoy back with the Fanluo Spiritfire, and with his powerful divine sense, Lu Xiaotian could catch the instant he retreated. That fleeting moment was more than enough to deal with the Wind Envoy, trapped in such a narrow space by the Seven-Level Pagoda.
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