Though the severed arm controlled by Lu Xiaotian's secondary Primordial Spirit was currently stronger than Saint Lord Pengniu, the second dantian within it held only nine-tenths the magical power of his true body. At the Mahayana level, even the slightest increase required years of accumulation, let alone a gap this large.
The severed arm's second dantian also recovered its magical power more slowly than his true body. Moreover, it could currently wield only the divine abilities derived from the Formless Mystic Flame, leaving it with a somewhat narrower range of methods.
Though Saint Lord Pengniu was somewhat weaker, he was still a powerful cultivator of the same realm, with exceptionally strong defenses. Lu Xiaotian could gain some advantage in their exchanges, but seriously wounding him would be extremely difficult—unless Pengniu made a major mistake during their fight. For a Demon Cultivator of his realm, expecting him to make such a mistake was even less realistic.
Even so, Saint Lord Pengniu was filled with dread. A mere severed arm was already this powerful; if the nameless sword cultivator were here, he would likely be doomed. Yet even more terrifying than the nameless sword cultivator was Lu Xiaotian himself. No one had known where Lu Xiaotian was. There were rumors that he, too, had reached Mahayana, but more people believed he had long since perished. Naturally, many hoped that was the truth.
The appearance of the severed arm before them had undoubtedly crushed many people's hopes. Not only was Lu Xiaotian still alive, but his divine abilities had already surpassed all imagination.
"Other allies must come to the Chaotic Demon Realm. It's too dangerous to stay here." Saint Lord Pengniu refused to back down aloud, but that was what he thought to himself.
"Even if you, Lu Xiaotian, have vast divine abilities,