At this moment, Xiong Kun was also feeling a bit nervous inside. The last time he met with Lu Xiaotian, according to what Lu Xiaotian had said, the mysterious sword cultivator of the Red Moon Desert was only at the Integrated Body Late Stage, and their strength was only slightly inferior to Lu Xiaotian's true self.
Yet, upon seeking them out now, he found that things were completely different. This mysterious sword cultivator had actually already become a cultivator in the Mahayana Realm. This was Xiong Kun's first time speaking with a Mahayana Realm cultivator, so his inner trepidation went without saying.
As fellow cultivators of the Red Moon Desert, if the other party were still at the Integrated Body Late Stage, Xiong Kun would not have doubted the truth of Lu Xiaotian's words. Yet even the former Lu Xiaotian was worlds apart compared to the mysterious sword cultivator before him, so Xiong Kun naturally harbored some doubts in his heart.
It was just that this time he was severely injured, leaving Xiong Kun with no other choice but to come to the Red Moon Desert. As for whether Lu Xiaotian's previous words still held weight, he could only leave it to luck.
Never mind Xiong Kun, even Bali and Ban Qianzhi, and even other Integrated Body Stage cultivators in the Red Moon Desert, harbored the exact same worries in their hearts. After all, the other party was now a powerhouse of the Mahayana Realm, and their strength could not be spoken of in the same breath. Even within the same sect, one's right to speak was determined by strength.
Bali and the others had not the slightest inkling of how much weight Lu Xiaotian's past words still held in the heart of this mysterious sword cultivator now. After all,