Thunder-Soul Tribulation
Zhou Yugong's expression changed again. He had previously thought that even if this youngster before him had advanced to the True Immortal realm and was also the deputy pavilion master of the Alchemy Pavilion, holding an extremely high position and not fearing him was only natural. After all, he had encountered Lu Xiaotian when Lu Xiaotian was still in the Immortal realm. If he had not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would have found it impossible to imagine that, in such a short time, a mere late-stage Immortal could rise to such a terrifying level. Judging from the signs of this attack alone, the richness of his immortal essence was probably even greater than his own.
Such astonishing cultivation speed was not unheard of in the Immortal Realm, but it was absolutely as rare as a phoenix feather or qilin horn.
Yet the more extraordinary this was, the more suspicious Zhou Yugong became. Traces of dragon aura lingered in this abandoned cave dwelling. If the other party had no connection to it, why would he come to such a godforsaken place?
The only thing that displeased Zhou Yugong was that his cultivation was actually inferior to the other party's. It seemed that not only did he have no chance of prying anything from Lu Xiaotian's mouth now, but there might be even fewer opportunities in the future.
Zhou Yugong felt greatly aggrieved, but for now, he had to focus on breaking Lu Xiaotian's techniques. Failing to force answers from him and instead being wounded by him would be an embarrassment if word got out.
Zhou Yugong raised his left palm, and an unremarkable blue cloth bag suddenly opened. Wind roared from its mouth. Seeing that he could barely withstand Lu Xiaotian's Five-Thunder Arrows, Zhou Yugong's figure