"It turns out I was feeling a little regretful that I hadn't brought those fellows under my command. They missed out on the old Lion King's prize, but now it seems I've saved them a trip back and forth." The Black-Crowned Cloud Vulture rubbed his chin and said with a teasing grin.
"I, Xiang, wandered into the Demon Sea and have only just arrived. You fellow Daoists were simply going easy on me," Lu Xiaotian said modestly.
"Easy on you, my ass." Several Integrated Body Realm demons who had lost to Lu Xiaotian—and those who hadn't—cursed him inwardly. The human cultivator before them, clad in a black robe and wearing a black mask, was truly detestable. He had won several jars of Qiong Blood Hundred Demons Brew and still refused to leave the arena. If any of them had been capable of driving Lu Xiaotian off, they wouldn't have gone easy on him; they would have blasted him down long ago.
The strength Lu Xiaotian had displayed could no longer be measured by the standard of an Integrated Body Middle Stage cultivator. Yet he was still clearly some distance from the Integrated Body Late Stage. The Sky-Swallowing Roar Lion wanted to see the limits of Lu Xiaotian's abilities, so he secretly instructed the Integrated Body Realm cultivators under his command to take turns challenging him. The result was no different.
In the end, all the Qiong Blood Hundred Demons Brew the Sky-Swallowing Roar Lion had offered as prizes fell into Lu Xiaotian's hands.
As for the Integrated Body Realm experts under the Sky-Swallowing Roar Lion and the Palace Master of Purple Garments, their original hostility and disdain had turned into deep wariness, even fear. Before Lu Xiaotian arrived, no Demon Race cultivator at the Integrated Body Middle Stage had ever