The eighteen golden men injured the Purple-Eyed Ghost Monarch, which somewhat settled Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng's minds. After all, the sheer might of the Purple-Eyed Ghost Monarch had left him virtually peerless, and fortunately, there were still the eighteen golden men left behind by the Qinling Great Emperor capable of keeping him in check.
"What Young Friend Lu said is true. The Purple-Eyed Ghost Monarch likely obtained an even more ancient inheritance, boasting numerous and bizarre methods. We must not give him any chance to catch his breath," Xiang Huaxin nodded in deep agreement. As an old monster who had cultivated for over a millennium, he was naturally a ruthless figure at heart. Lu Xiaotian's decisive actions happened to suit his tastes, yet Xiang Huaxin also harbored a deep, covetous greed for these eighteen golden men.
Only, Lu Xiaotian and Xiang Qingcheng constantly maintained a subtle distance from him. Even if he wasn't entertaining such notions for the moment, any ill intentions he might harbor would likely fail if he attempted to strike hastily. Once the other party snapped back to their senses and failed to kill them in a single blow—even the Purple-Eyed Ghost Monarch had been injured by the eighteen golden men, and the previously heavily injured One-Eyed Devil Man had been killed outright—if it were him, he naturally wouldn't escape the fate of being slain either.
Xiang Huaxin even doubted whether the dragon essence Lu Xiaotian had originally absorbed with the dragon bones had really been snatched away by someone else. Perhaps the truth was nowhere near as simple as Lu Xiaotian claimed, but what good was realizing it now? Xiang Huaxin could not help a bitter laugh; it was the first time he had felt such a sense of powerlessness before a Nascent Soul Cultivator.