Killing intent surrounded Lu Xiaotian, so intense that it nearly froze the air solid.
Even separated by the sphere formed from the golden mirror, Zhao Yuandu's brows twitched. He could feel that overwhelming killing intent almost seep straight through.
With his palms facing each other and about a foot apart, Lu Xiaotian condensed a blood-red saber between them. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a giant blade four or five zhang long. Lu Xiaotian suddenly shot upward, leaping to the tip of the blood-red blade. At the same time, a giant sword formed from the Misty Flying Sword nearly overlapped the blood-red blade.
Lu Xiaotian abruptly swept his hands downward. The blood-red blade and the flying sword slashed down in succession, separated by no more than a hair's breadth of sound.
Sss—sss! The golden sphere was struck repeatedly, and the blood-red blade's color was quickly worn away. The Misty Sword Embryo continued cleaving into it. In the blink of an eye, the golden sphere was driven deep into the ground by the blows. With a bang, a huge crack was cleaved through it.
"Awooo—!" Amid a tremendous, savage howl, a gigantic werewolf with a wolf's head and a human body fiercely flashed through the opening cleaved by the Misty Flying Sword. Bang, bang, bang! Inside the golden sphere, which had been blasted open, Zhao Yuandu was near tears. He had thought that he had deployed his strongest defense, never imagining that he had instead sealed off his own escape route. After Lu Xiaotian transformed into a werewolf with the Soul-Merging Art, the cramped space left Zhao Yuandu nowhere to dodge. The result of clashing head-on with the werewolf Lu Xiaotian had become was obvious.
At that moment, four male and four female Zhao Clan cultivators were closing