When they had surrounded Xiang Qingcheng earlier, Daoist Golden Needle had held back, letting Yifeng Wu and several other grand cultivators attack her in succession. Just as victory seemed certain, Lu Xiaotian had suddenly appeared. The silver-haired cultivator's reputation had spread throughout the Qin clan's major branches in recent days. He had wounded He Lian, a top expert of the He clan, and even grand cultivators with true intent couldn't last long against him. Working with that scruffy old man in a fiery red cloak, he could even stand toe-to-toe with a Spirit Transformation expert for a time.
So, the moment he saw Lu Xiaotian, Daoist Golden Needle had unleashed his strongest technique without hesitation. He hadn't expected Lu Xiaotian to withstand it—and still appear to have strength to spare.
It's rare to catch this silver-haired cultivator apart from that scruffy old man in the fiery red cloak. He's already this formidable on his own. If the two join forces, one attacking and one defending, even I won't be a match for them. I have to seize this chance and kill him in one stroke! Daoist Golden Needle's expression turned vicious.
He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and, heedless of the cost, urged the golden needle into motion once more.
The needle gave a soft ring in the air, turned into a streak of gold, curved around, and shot toward Lu Xiaotian's forehead again.
"Form the array!" Daoist Golden Needle shouted as he attacked Lu Xiaotian once more.
Yifeng Wu and the four other cultivators of the Yi clan shouted in unison. Five flying swords shot into the sky, swept around in a great circle, then flew toward Lu Xiaotian one after another.
Xiang Qingcheng raised her brows, anger flashing in her eyes. Though she thoroughly enjoyed being