Immediately afterward, several green figures burst out of the green smoke.
"You've got quite a few tricks." Lu Xiaotian blurred to the side, and the Fangtian Halberd came crashing down. He ignored five of the green figures and struck only one.
Damn it, he'd seen through me! The middle-aged bald man's face twisted with malice. He'd been trying his utmost to avoid a fight, but this man just wouldn't let up. There was no doubt about it: the tomb spirits that had suddenly swooped in to surround them were the handiwork of the man before him. Yet the middle-aged bald man racked his brains and still couldn't remember when he'd offended someone so formidable. Not only could this man summon so many tomb spirits, he could also easily see through his evasion technique.
"May I ask your name, sir? I can honestly say I've never provoked a powerhouse like you. If I've ever shown you any disrespect, please tell me. I'll give you everything I own to make up for your loss." Caught in an ambush this time, the middle-aged bald man hurriedly tried to make peace.
"If you die, won't your things belong to me anyway?" Lu Xiaotian laughed at that. To think he'd make peace with these few scoundrels—they really thought far too highly of themselves.
"Then we'll just have to fight to the death." Seeing that reconciliation was out of the question, the middle-aged bald man's fleshy face turned vicious. He beckoned, and three green flying forks shot toward Lu Xiaotian in a triangular formation.
At the same time, the middle-aged bald man scattered a handful of green poison needles. They spread out in a vast cloud, like a sudden storm of pear blossoms. The sight was terrifying.
Faced with this dense, rain-like barrage, Lu Xiaotian barely