At this level of combat, the slightest misstep could spell total defeat. Fortunately, although Wu Changlian and the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon had clashed with Lu Xiaotian many times and thought they understood his strength, they had never imagined that the most formidable weapon in his arsenal wasn't the Misty Sword Embryo, but the Seventh-Level Floating Pagoda he wielded after cultivating the Maha Buddha Nidhi Sutra.
They didn't even know what Buddhist techniques Lu Xiaotian practiced, so they could hardly have anticipated how effectively he could counter the human-headed, octopus-bodied ghost. By the time Lu Xiaotian and the ghost were trading wounds for wounds, the creature had no chance to pull back before Lu Xiaotian unleashed the strike he'd been building up.
With the human-headed, octopus-bodied ghost destroyed, only the Seven-Soul-Fused ape-headed beast had suffered severe injuries. Compared to what it had taken to break their impasse, that was an exceedingly good bargain for Lu Xiaotian.
In truth, Lu Xiaotian was deeply wary of Wu Changlian's trio—a man, a demon, and a ghost. But Wu Changlian feared Lu Xiaotian just as much, if not more. The Bloodcry Mosquito Demon was especially shaken as it raced after them. Had he not seen it with his own eyes, he could never have imagined that the old human-headed, octopus-bodied ghost, who was a full cut above him in strength, could be killed by Lu Xiaotian in so short a time. For the first time, the Bloodcry Mosquito Demon felt real terror. If Lu Xiaotian could kill the old ghost, he could kill him, too.
"You traded blows with that old ghost and lost a great deal of divine sense to the Mist-Attached Divine Fruit. You're nothing but an arrow at the end of its flight. Do you really think you can scare me?"
Wu