"I heard you captured a woman. Hand her over, and I'll spare the three of you." Lu Xiaotian regarded the three of them—the Master of the Molten Flame Court and the others—with unhurried ease, his aura spreading outward. As for the Court's low-level cultivators, they couldn't even get close.
Though the Court's low-level cultivators knew a few techniques for fighting in groups, they couldn't withstand the overbearing assault of the Formless Profound Flames.
There was no way they could interfere in a battle at Lu Xiaotian's level.
"If we were outside, I might actually fear you. But you barged into my Molten Flame Court and still think you can throw your weight around? You're only walking to your own death!" The Master of the Molten Flame Court gave a cold snort. He and the Yin-Yang Baleful Venerables retreated at the same time, while several formation flags floated into the air. In the blink of an eye, a crimson barrier descended, and its power began to build.
Lu Xiaotian darted forward several times in succession, like a shooting star, and slammed straight into the crimson barrier. Buzz— The entire barrier shuddered.
The Master of the Molten Flame Court's face changed dramatically. When he had clashed with Lu Xiaotian before, Lu Xiaotian's physical body hadn't been nearly this powerful. He knew every restriction in the entire Molten Flame Court like the back of his hand, and he understood the Absolute Flame Barrier better than anyone. It had no offensive power, but its defenses were extraordinary. Even he would have struggled to break through it in a short time.
Lu Xiaotian had used no special technique at all; he had simply forced his way through with his physical body. And his angle and speed had both been perfectly chosen. His grasp of formations