Comes Looking
Xiong Ye's attacks came like a violent storm, his fists and feet flashing like phantoms. Yet Lu Xiaotian remained rooted to the spot, casually raising a hand or lifting a foot to intercept every one of Xiong Ye's attacks.
Bang, bang, bang! Xiong Ye was repeatedly lifted up and thrown away by Lu Xiaotian. During this period, Xiong Ye had sparred with quite a few True Immortal-grade wolf-men, and had naturally been utterly crushed each time. After all, Xiong Ye had not had enough time to grow. He could not even defeat the more formidable True Immortals in the Immortal Domain, let alone the True Immortal-grade wolf-men, whose strength was generally even greater.
Fighting those True Immortal-grade wolf-men had benefited Xiong Ye greatly. However, they never let him get too close, instead attacking him with immortal artifacts. Xiong Ye still had not obtained a suitable immortal artifact, so he was shackled in battle. By contrast, fighting Lu Xiaotian like this was far more exhilarating.
After being thrown away countless times, Xiong Ye gradually reached his limit. His body felt as though it were about to fall apart, but this extreme exhaustion—even the pain—gave him a sense of relief.
"Get some good rest." Seeing that Xiong Ye could no longer fight, Lu Xiaotian shook his head. Xiong Ye bore a blood debt on his shoulders, and hatred had taken deep root in his heart, becoming an important driving force behind his growth in strength. Up to now, Xiong Ye's strength had been rising rapidly. However, the way of managing affairs lay in alternating tension and relaxation. If Xiong Ye continued to remain strung tight without pause, problems would arise sooner or later. Helping him loosen his muscles and bones could also be considered a benefit to him.
Lu Xiaotian