Ji Yue and Lang Xiao were both powerhouses among Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivators, and their combat strength surpassed ordinary late-stage cultivators by a wide margin. The destructive force carried by their combined strike was something no single person would dare to underestimate.
A trace of sneering mockery flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes as he reached out and took all the small vials from the five Foundation Establishment Dan bottles. Since they had refused his previous offer to trade, he would leave nothing to them at all. He paid no attention to Ji Yue's dozens of ice spikes, which looked startlingly powerful, and instead slashed across with his sword, once again using absolute force to beat Lang Xiao back. Ever since he reached rank-six body cultivation, what had advanced by leaps and bounds was not just the physical body's defensive capability; growing in direct proportion to that physical strength was a terrifying might. A body cultivator's advancement required a thousand hammerings and ten thousand grindings, and the number of times he had fought bitter battles against countless stone puppets in the stone cave was in the thousands.
The number of times he had teetered on the brink of death was not small, consuming a massive amount of Spirit Stones along with the crystals inside those pale gold stone puppets. The greater the payment, the greater the harvest. The hardships a body cultivator paid were several times those of ordinary cultivators. In such cruel combat and tempering, the degree to which Lu Xiaotian's physical strength had climbed was already far more profound than the mana of an ordinary late-stage cultivator by several fold.
An irresistible gigantic force surged from the wolf-headed club, and Lang Xiao's expression changed drastically. The rebound force on the club was twice as great as before, and