Aid Arrives
At that moment, Duyuan and the other eight came rushing from behind. Seeing Lu Xiaotian struggling to withstand Zhao Qifeng, they were so terrified that their souls nearly fled their bodies. The one who had wanted revenge on Lu Xiaotian in particular—after three of his Thunderthorn Bees had been killed by Lu Xiaotian—was drenched in cold sweat.
The Zhao Qifeng before them was a True Immortal. In front of an immortal, an immortal could be destroyed body and soul with nothing more than a flick of his finger. They had never heard of any immortal daring to fight a True Immortal and surviving even a single exchange. In the understanding of Duyuan and the many other immortals—even Zhao Qifeng and the others—everyone beneath the True Immortal realm was an ant.
Yet Lu Xiaotian before them seemed to have broken this ironclad rule.
If Lu Xiaotian had not been thinking of escaping earlier because of Zhao Qifeng, or if he had not dared to casually kill the immortals from their Tianfeng Valley while fighting over the Flame Dragon's body under the eyes of everyone present, then even with nine of them together, they might not have been enough to face him.
Zhao Qifeng gave a cold snort and still did not move. Lu Xiaotian's performance had indeed been astonishing enough, but he was still far from being able to contend with him. In fact, before him, Lu Xiaotian even lacked the ability to flee.
With a stir of Zhao Qifeng's divine sense, more azure needles condensed into shape within the howling gale that raged through the void, shooting toward Lu Xiaotian one after another.
Even without using his immortal weapon, these azure needles, condensed solely from his immortal essence, possessed killing power far beyond that of ordinary immortal weapons.