Joining Forces
Ming Cheng didn't even glance at Lu Xiaotian. The life or death of a mere True Immortal meant nothing to him.
But the purple centipede demon behind him let out a shrill cry. Ming Cheng hurriedly glanced back and was astonished to find Lu Xiaotian completely unharmed, despite supposedly having been killed by the purple centipede demon. The poisonous purple mist had failed to take him down.
The purple centipede demon was clearly just as astonished. It swished its tail, and a beam of purple light shone toward Lu Xiaotian.
Lu Xiaotian's figure blurred, and once again he narrowly escaped the area illuminated by the purple light.
Ming Cheng and the purple centipede demon both paused. For a moment, neither could tell what means Lu Xiaotian had used. His speed was no slower than theirs, despite their status as Profound Immortals. Yet the immortal essence fluctuating around him was only at the True Immortal level, still a considerable distance from the peak of that realm. And yet he had repeatedly evaded such fierce attacks. Any other True Immortal—even one from the Heavenly Court—would have been killed on the spot by the purple centipede demon, no matter how many lives they had.
But this insignificant True Immortal, Lu Xiaotian, had somehow survived—and was still bouncing around full of vigor.
"Interesting. A mere junior True Immortal has managed to withstand my methods time and again. I wonder how long he can keep it up." The purple centipede demon gave a sinister chuckle. For now, it was more interested in Lu Xiaotian than in Ming Cheng. An extraordinary person must possess extraordinary abilities—or an extraordinary treasure. Ming Cheng had taken several of its attacks and now bore its aura, so he couldn't escape for the time being. Even if he managed