After following Lu Xiaotian for several hundred years, Jinpeng knew Lu Xiaotian's temper extremely well. Normally, Lu Xiaotian seemed easy to get along with and rarely made things difficult for those around him. But once he truly developed murderous intent, even nine bulls would not be able to drag him back.
"Your skill in refining soul blood should be quite impressive as well." Lu Xiaotian's voice turned cold. "For the sake of you having followed me for several hundred years and done some things for me, I won't take your life outright. However, whether you can survive will depend on your own luck."
"Master, spare me! Master, spare me!" Jinpeng could no longer maintain the composure he had forcibly preserved. His master had always thought highly of himself, and for Lu Xiaotian to say such words meant Jinpeng was absolutely facing a narrow escape from death.
Lu Xiaotian thrust out his palm and struck the air. Jinpeng's body was sent flying straight into the mountain wall opposite. With a bang, a large amount of rock came crashing down.
Che Da and Che Er's hearts suddenly clenched. It was the first time they had seen Lu Xiaotian so enraged. Previously, even when fighting the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon, he had remained completely unruffled. They had assumed that Lu Xiaotian would protect Jinpeng even after He Yunzi came knocking, meaning Jinpeng had made it through this crisis. They had not expected matters to be far from that simple. With Lu Xiaotian's expression so cold and stern, even the fire corpses, Che Da and Che Er, were as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to breathe too loudly. They feared that if they were not careful, his fury would spread to the two of them.
Before Jinpeng could react, Lu Xiaotian lifted his