Seeing that massive golden axe intercepted by Lu Xiaotian's Fangtian Halberd and unable to advance a single inch, the spectators all around broke into a great uproar. Especially those who had placed bets on Lu Xiaotian grew even more excitedly vocal, shouting nonstop and cheering him on.
"Motherfucker, that is awesome. Pill King Lu looks so refined, but when he starts fighting, he is a real man," a few spectating gamblers said, clenching their fists.
"What overbearing blood-qi strength." Han Lei cursed Wu Jihai and the others inwardly. Just from the initial exchange, he felt that his opponent's refined blood-qi strength was definitely not below his own as a late-Spirit-Transformation cultivator. He was no mere mid-Spirit-Transformation body cultivator.
Such a direct, head-on approach would likely yield no gains. The moment they traded blows, Han Lei sensed the unfathomable depth of this tier-2 pill king, and he reached out to point forward into the void. That colossal golden axe phantom shifted, transforming into streams of axe-images that rushed toward Lu Xiaotian like a roaring mountain torrent. All around, nothing could be seen except flying, cleaving golden axes, and Lu Xiaotian's figure was completely submerged within them.
The streams of razor-sharp force radiating from the golden axes were sufficient to split rocks and cleave mountains. Under such a ferocious and overwhelming onslaught, the surrounding woodwork rippled in layers like water waves.
Beneath the heavy layers of axe-images, the crowd could not even see Lu Xiaotian's situation inside. Zhu Jinfu was similarly secretly alarmed, but after glancing at Yu Zimeng and the others, though somewhat surprised by Han Lei's strength, he did not harbor much worry. Zhu Jinfu's heart settled back down into his stomach.
"Cloud-Shadow Sulfur-Gold Sand!" Unable to secure victory after a protracted assault, Han Lei let out a cold snort.