Watching Lu Xiaotian disappear into the distance, Qian Dali let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, his gaze suddenly turned sinister. He had actually dared to chase those foreign cultivators alone—he was simply courting death. Still, this was for the best. Lu Xiaotian's strength was truly terrifying. When he had first entered Soaring Heavens Palace, Lu Xiaotian could have crushed him to death with a single finger. Yet how many years had passed? He was still only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, while Lu Xiaotian had already reached the Foundation Establishment Late Stage and even possessed a Dan Origin dharma artifact. Among the nearly thousand Foundation Establishment disciples of Soaring Heavens Palace, his strength was among the very best.
In Lu Xiaotian's presence, Qian Dali had been so oppressed that he could barely breathe. If not for this sect mission and the many fellow disciples present, he did not even dare imagine what would have become of him. The two of them had formed a mortal grudge, and Qian Dali did not believe it could possibly be resolved. After all, he had once forced Lu Xiaotian into a harsh mine tunnel, where he had remained for six or seven years.
"Let's go!" Seeing that Lu Xiaotian's figure had completely vanished into the sky, Cao Haihua sighed. He and Lu Xiaotian were the only two people in the entire group with relatively strong cultivation. Now that Lu Xiaotian had left, there was no longer a powerful expert holding down the fort. Even without those two waves of astonishingly powerful foreign cultivators appearing, their situation was still perilous. After fighting foreign cultivators until now, their opponents' groups had often contained two or even more Late Stage cultivators.
If Lu Xiaotian had not resolved their crises several times and