"Go!" Lu Xiaotian gave a soft shout and pointed into the air. The Misty Flying Sword flashed through the layers of flame walls inside the Profound Flame Maze and slashed toward Bai Guangzeng, who was still locked in fierce combat. Meanwhile, the White-Bone Vulture had made several desperate dives but still could not break free, remaining trapped inside the maze.
"I'd like to see whether your abilities are as impressive as your mouth." Lu Xiaotian had mercilessly exposed Zong Wu's intentions, and the old man flew into a rage. He raised a hand, sending nine green-glowing bone spikes hurtling toward Lu Xiaotian. Each one carried a chorus of weeping and wailing. The desolate cries came one after another. Even Qingli and Che Er cried out as pain stabbed through their sea of consciousness. The Ghost Gu Sect disciples caught in the attack were not spared either.
When the old demon Zong Wu lost his temper, he was no different from Bai Guangzeng. In his eyes, the younger members of his sect were no better than weeds. Groans and screams rose one after another.
Lu Xiaotian's divine sense stirred, and a flash of light enveloped Che Er and Qingli. The ghostly wails that had been making their heads feel as if they would split open stopped abruptly. As for the other Ghost Gu Sect juniors, Lu Xiaotian naturally paid them no mind.
Now in much better shape, Qingli and Che Er looked at the low-ranking ghost clansmen of the Ghost Gu Sect with a little pity. They could only blame their bad luck for ending up with a sect patriarch at the Body Integration Realm like this. Or perhaps the two of them had simply been lucky; by comparison, their treatment was worlds apart.
Facing the nine bone spikes flying toward