He had been a little careless. Lu Xiaotian strained with all his might, only to find that the ghost-smoke cords in the gaunt ghost cultivator's mouth were far sturdier than he had expected. The ghost cultivator's methods truly were elusive and impossible to guard against.
"Heh heh, don't bother trying. You're only a sixth-tier body cultivator. Even if your strength doubled, you might still not be able to break free of my ghost-smoke cords." Seeing Lu Xiaotian still struggling, the gaunt ghost cultivator let out a string of mocking laughs. His opponents all assumed the White Bone Staff was his weapon. In truth, his White Bone Staff technique was also exceptionally fierce. Ordinary cultivators like Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang couldn't break through his staff at all. They weren't even worthy of making him use his ghost-smoke cords.
The gaunt ghost cultivator said with smug pride, "I gathered the sinews and souls of several thousand demonic snakes and refined them using ghostly secret arts to make these ghost-smoke cords. They hold the resentment of thousands of demonic snakes and are riddled with deadly poison. They don't merely bind you—your Primordial Spirit will soon be strangled by them too!"
Hearing this, Lu Xiaotian indeed felt the ghost-smoke cords, both illusory and real, sprouting needle-sharp points that tried to bore into his body. But piercing the fire-jiao scales was no easy feat.
The gaunt ghost cultivator soon noticed something was wrong and couldn't help giving a surprised "Eh?"
How could Lu Xiaotian wait for the gaunt ghost cultivator to react? A flash of golden light streaked by. Countless snakes let out shrill cries from within the ghost-smoke cords, and wherever the saber light passed, the cords were severed at the root.
The gaunt ghost cultivator abruptly stopped laughing, as though someone had