How could it still fly without any feathers? Hm, no, wait—the Little Fire Crow could actually control some fire spiritual energy now. Lu Xiaotian was taken aback at first, but quickly realized the Little Fire Crow had gained a new ability. Before, aside from eating and making a racket, the little thing hadn't had much going for it. Now it could control fire spiritual energy and create swirling currents of air around itself to lift its body.
It was a decent improvement, at least. Lu Xiaotian raised a hand, intending to summon the Little Fire Crow into his Spirit Beast Bag. Its entire body had been charred black by the spiritual flames, and it hadn't a single feather left. But just then, two gusts of force came hurtling at him from behind, one from the left and one from the right, trying to force him to give up putting away the Little Fire Crow.
The smile never left Lu Xiaotian's face. He had spotted Cheng Dexiang and the others long ago. If he'd let them get this close, it certainly wasn't because he was unprepared. Without even turning around, he casually swept a hand through the air. A huge, pale-blood-colored eagle wing appeared out of nowhere, folding back as if to shield his entire body. Behind him, a massive round black lock and a gleaming blue saber slammed into the wing from either side.
With a bang, the eagle wing disintegrated. The blue saber and the round black lock tore through it, but the man who had been standing in the pale-blood-colored light was no longer there. Both attacks missed.
"A Tenth Tier body cultivator, but his cultivation method seems rather similar to those of the Demon Race." The pupils of Zhao Dexiang and Meng Rujun, the two attackers, contracted.