The ones who had pursued him with such difficulty along the way were not just Xiao Jinglei and the Old Monster Mengshan. There was another group as well.
At that moment, a pair of pale red wings beat rapidly behind Lu Xiaotian. His body streaked through the air like a stream of light.
Close behind Lu Xiaotian was a golden pillar of light. He had originally thought he might run into one of the powerful people Xiang Yihang had called in—perhaps someone from the Lei family, Xiang Nanming, the Yuan family, or some other expert. He had never expected to encounter the Zhao clan first.
So he had been extremely cautious along the way, occasionally asking the Dragon Lion to keep watch and see if any powerful enemies were lying in wait. By chance, the Dragon Lion had discovered the Zhao clan members preparing to ambush him with illusions.
Lu Xiaotian didn't care whether his pursuer was strong or weak; he had no intention of fighting. He simply summoned the Bat King's Dharma Wings and fled. Over the years, he had collected the blood essences of many high-tier demonic beasts in Xiangdu, including those of twelfth-order demonic birds. Once the Bat King's Dharma Wings absorbed demonic beast blood essence—especially that of demonic birds skilled at flight—their speed reached an astonishing level. At that moment, Lu Xiaotian was no different from one of those twelfth-order flying demonic birds. The Bat King's Dharma Wings carried him as he surged through the high sky at full speed.
"Fellow Daoist, you have taken two of the seven mirrors of my Zhao clan's Illusory Dao. Our clan's inherited treasures have fallen into your hands. If you are willing to sever your connection to the two mirrors and return them to the Zhao clan, we will