Lang Du gave a cold snort. They had first noticed that something was amiss, then quickly sensed with their spiritual awareness that Lu Xiaotian had burrowed underground. As Spirit Transformation experts, they could naturally detect Lu Xiaotian's location with their spiritual awareness. But a Nascent Soul Cultivator's Primordial Spirit was nowhere near comparable to that of a Spirit Transformation expert. The moment the alluring woman lost track of Lu Xiaotian, she panicked; how could she possibly find him so easily?
Before she could react, Lu Xiaotian had already burst out of the ground with Purpleleaf Zhenwu's earth-escape technique. The Demon-Suppressing Tower crashed straight down. Ice-crystal relics, gathered beneath the radiance of Buddha light, enveloped the alluring woman.
"Damn it!" The alluring woman sent several green blades stabbing in every direction, while also taking out a green pipa. Its strings rang like blade pellets, clashing fiercely with the Buddha light of the ice-crystal relics.
After a series of thunderous crashes, the ice-crystal relics fell from above and smashed the alluring woman into a heap of bloody pulp.
"Good, very good!" Lang Du's face turned livid. He had never imagined that what he'd thought was a sure victory would end like this.
"Lang Du, you showed a lot more grace the last time you won," Yueyu said with a sweet laugh.
"It's not yet clear who's going to win."
Lang Du gave a cold snort. The third man, short, burly, and honest-looking, had already soundlessly taken up a position opposite Lu Xiaotian. Before Lu Xiaotian could move, he struck first, waving his hand and sending more than a dozen formation flags flying in every direction.
"A formation master?" Lu Xiaotian's expression darkened. He sank down and once again used Purpleleaf Zhenwu's earth-escape technique.
But after descending only a dozen or so zhang,