Ever since he had disguised himself as Ying Feng, he had endured no small amount of ire along the way. Although Lu Xiaotian usually kept a low profile and remained unruffled even as Mount Tai crumbled before him, he had been repeatedly provoked by petty men like Miao Qianmu and Tong Xu. Even with his steady temperament, he couldn't help but feel a few murderous urges. Holding back his anger until the very end didn't mean he had to keep swallowing every insult.
There were already quite a few Celestial Immortal-level experts inside the Green Fruit Barrier. Whether dragons or humans, there were suitable sparring partners among them. At present, what Lu Xiaotian needed more were gifted young children to bring in, not people who had served the Heavenly Court for years and whose habits were already hard to change. Even when he needed sparring partners, he had to maintain a certain balance. More importantly, Lu Xiaotian now needed to wash away the fury in his heart with the blood of a few people. Only when one lacked strength did one think of constantly holding oneself back; that was a helpless choice. Once one reached a level where nothing could inspire fear, the principle was to act as one pleased.
Now that there was nothing else holding him back, Lu Xiaotian no longer wanted to restrain himself. In truth, he had defeated countless powerful foes on his path of cultivation. He had escaped the Primordial Sword Demon's sword embryo path, and even his Lotus Avatar had stepped onto the supreme sword path. The techniques he had derived and the inheritances he had obtained were among the finest in the entire Immortal Realm. Now Lu Xiaotian walked a thorny road of resistance against the Heavenly Court, and deep down, he possessed