"How could this be!" The Three Flowers Daoist had originally thought this strike would be certain to kill. Through painstaking schemes and this method, he had secretly killed several people whose strength was no weaker than his own. Lu Xiaotian had clearly fallen into his trap, and the divine sense inside the Star-Pointing Disk could not possibly have been faked. Yet why had Lu Xiaotian's movements remained completely unaffected? Not only had he counterattacked in such a short time, but the sword light was also like a rainbow, its momentum even more ethereal than what he had witnessed before. Clearly, Lu Xiaotian had still been holding back his strength. Only now had he unleashed it.
The Three Flowers Daoist was horrified to the point of despair. He had also held back a considerable amount of strength, but his surprise attack had failed to achieve its effect. Now, he was facing not only Lu Xiaotian, but also Ye Ziyu, Baili Fei, and even the bear demon Sheng Duosuo and the Fire Corpse, who were charging fiercely toward him from behind.
The Three Flowers Daoist wanted to flee, but facing that ethereal, transcendent sword strike, he felt there was nowhere he could dodge.
This was no time to conceal his strength. The Three Flowers Daoist could no longer concern himself with anything else. With a furious shout, a strange three-colored flower suddenly bloomed out of thin air behind him. Each of its three petals bore a different color.
The petals of the three-colored flower's corolla suddenly detached and drifted lightly toward Lu Xiaotian. Yet beneath that seemingly weightless motion lurked a killing intent that chilled the soul.
So he really was hiding his strength. This Three Flowers Daoist had concealed it far more deeply than I thought. I actually misjudged him. Surprise