What truly shocked Nie Tianhou at that moment was that, even though Shentu Zhanfeng had yet to unleash his full strength, Lu Xiaotian—who claimed to be the Deputy Pavilion Master of the Alchemy Pavilion in the Turtle-Spirit Immortal Domain—showed not the slightest trace of panic in the face of Shentu Zhanfeng's successive attacks. Such composure was hardly something an alchemist ought to display.
Yet that was precisely what happened. One flying sword after another came slashing in with astonishing might, but Lu Xiaotian merely stood in the void, allowing his opponent to spread out his intent domain. Every time a flying sword suddenly emerged from the raging winds, a calm phantom would strike out with one palm. It looked like an ordinary palm imprint, but it was built upon the foundation of the Pagoda Dharma Body; sarira radiance and Formless Buddhist Imprints transformed into one another in its palm, neutralizing the opponent's flying swords.
No matter how Shentu Zhanfeng attacked or how bizarrely his flying swords moved, he was never able to shake Lu Xiaotian in the slightest, much less force him back even a single step in the void.
Shentu Zhanfeng could not help feeling deeply humiliated. Before he knew it, he had already used every means at his disposal, leaving no room to hold anything back.
Lu Xiaotian stood within a heavenly grotto filled with howling gales, with endless winds raging all around him. Flying swords continuously surged out of the tempest. Zhang Taixu and Meng Delin watched in secret horror. If they had encountered such a formidable enemy, they probably would not even have seen Shentu Zhanfeng's true body by the time they were defeated. Against such strange and unpredictable methods, merely blocking the opponent's attacks was extraordinarily difficult, let alone defeating him.
After exchanging spells again