The Misty Flying Sword, which had roamed freely between heaven and earth for several years, answered the summons, transformed into a streak of light, and shot into Lu Xiaotian's hand. Although Lu Xiaotian had cultivated a few other divine abilities over these years, he did not wish to reveal them if the situation remained manageable. Under ordinary circumstances, using methods known to others was enough.
"Unfilial wretch, you dared steal my cultivation method. As if refusing to repent weren't bad enough, you even dared flee all the way." From far away, a mass of fiery clouds tore through the sky. Standing atop them was a burly bear demon as massive as a small mountain, a golden hoop worn around his forehead. Who else could it be but the Eastern One Bear Emperor?
At this moment, the one fleeing miserably across the ground, covered in wounds and giving off a foul stench, was Xiong Kun, who had hurried back with nearly three years elapsed. Several wounds deep enough to expose bone gaped across Xiong Kun's back. He looked utterly wretched, yet there was little panic in his cold eyes.
"Return with me and accept your punishment. Do you want me to act personally?" the Eastern One Bear Emperor roared. The bellow shook the air, and several nearby white clouds split apart, dissolving into a haze.
"Kill me or flay me, do as you please. You've never even looked me in the eye. Dying by your hand now is no different from going back to die." Xiong Kun's injuries were severe. He spat out a mouthful of blackish-purple blood. Though his face was ghastly pale, it carried a trace of mockery. "As for the first half of your cultivation method, you won't be getting it back."
"I should have killed you with