Competition
Lu Xiaotian was immersed in the mysteries of the Primordial Spirit Sword Body. His Primordial Spirit far surpassed those of others at the same level, and had even nearly reached the Golden Immortal realm. On his first encounter with the Primordial Spirit Sword Body, he had felt an immediate connection. In some unfathomable way, he sensed that something in the world seemed to resonate with the Primordial Spirit Sword Body.
By the time Lu Xiaotian emerged from that state, the battle between the Primordial Sword Demon and the Black Dragon still hadn't ended.
With a casual wave of his hand, Lu Xiaotian sent a sword image slashing deep into the void. Then he moved and slipped into the void's chaos, arriving in the next instant at the battlefield where the Black Dragon and the Primordial Sword Demon were fighting.
Quite a few people had come to watch. Ao Guang, Ying Xuanming, and a group of other Heavenly Immortal-level dragons were there, along with both dragon turtles. Xiang Qingcheng, Xuan Jing, Dushan, and a group of other Profound Immortals were also watching from far away.
In the void, the enormous sword image formed by the Primordial Sword Demon cleaved through the chaos with one faint sword-light slash after another. Each strike looked utterly ordinary, as though it held not the slightest mystery. Yet every Profound Immortal-level expert present, including Xiang Qingcheng, Xuan Jing, and Dushan, stared at the scene in bewilderment.
They had clearly been captivated by the sword intent within those strikes. Lu Xiaotian had only just begun to explore the Primordial Spirit Sword Body, but he already understood how formidable this divine ability was. If the Primordial Sword Demon hadn't been careful not to hurt these junior Profound Immortals, all of them save Xiang Qingcheng, who was protected