Lu Xiaotian estimated that his aptitude lagged far behind theirs by an unknown distance. Luo Qian's spear technique and Su Qing's spear technique had both faintly reached a minor level of accomplishment, showing signs of an imminent breakthrough. Once they broke through, their strength would likely rise by quite a bit. Yet compared to the richly dressed young man with the curved saber before them, there was still no small gap. Lu Xiaotian simply did not think he could go very far down the path of combat techniques.
He was not taking the path of combat techniques. Most of the time, he relied on strength to break skill. After all, he spent most of his usual time racking his brains over how to raise his cultivation. Whether it was pill refinement or venturing into dangerous places, it was all for the sake of improving his cultivation. Even studying the Dao of formations was a second plan prepared in case his future attempt at forming a Golden Core failed. He did not have that much time to painstakingly cultivate combat techniques.
A faint sheen of sweat appeared on the richly dressed young man's forehead as he replenished the considerable spiritual power he had expended. Compared to demon beasts, human cultivators lacked powerful bodies and innate divine abilities, but they could make up for those shortcomings through all manner of methods.
"Miao Tian, retreat!"
The pink-robed female cultivator called Snake Woman turned pale with fright, all fighting spirit gone from her heart. Di Kun could withstand attacks from a Core-Origin magical artifact head-on and moved with astonishing speed. Even stranger, those peculiar grayish-white spheres of light could make a sixth-rank spirit eagle lose its combat strength in the blink of an eye. The burly elder from the Flying Rider Tribe was no