The monster saw that it had forced Lu Xiaotian out and a cold sneer flashed in its eyes. Countless green vines lashed about like mad, dancing like a horde of demons. Fortunately, the eight flying swords darted back and forth, and somehow managed to hold the vines at bay.
"Something's not right!" Lu Xiaotian had just blocked the vines. Their attacks were certainly fierce, but there was no way they could break through the Misty Flying Sword's interception. Could this monster have another trick up its sleeve?
As Lu Xiaotian pondered this, a sudden shiver ran through him, and an overwhelming sense of danger surged over him. After advancing to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit had improved tremendously, making him far more sensitive to danger. Even though his Primordial Spirit now surpassed that of an ordinary great cultivator, he had sensed something amiss but still couldn't tell what method his opponent was using.
Neither his Primordial Spirit nor his eyes could perceive anything, yet the sense of dread only grew stronger. His opponent's attack was as fast as lightning.
True Illusion Ice Eyes! The magical pearl in his dantian shone, and a cool current of magic power flowed through it to the space between his brows. A vertical eye suddenly opened there.
When the monster saw the third eye appear between Lu Xiaotian's brows, its gaze faltered. But it quickly turned cold again. The eye's sudden appearance was strange; this human cultivator was clearly no ordinary opponent. Still, it was about to succeed. So what if the other man couldn't detect its attack? Even if he could, what could he do?
Where the True Illusion Ice Eyes gazed, two tendrils—impossible to see with the naked eye—were curling toward Lu Xiaotian from either side. The transparent vines