As long as he could leave the formation, whether Lu Xiaotian was satisfied afterward was another matter. Did the weak have the right to blame the strong? In Luoyang Prison, and even among demons and fiends, strength had always been revered above all else. If he was pleased, he could give the other party more benefits; if he was displeased, he could give less. What could Lu Xiaotian do to him?
The Ksitigarbha Twelve-Winged Scorpion Demon had never been an inflexible sort. As for Lu Xiaotian agreeing to let him enter and retrieve his Scorpion Soul Body, the means Lu Xiaotian would use to restrain him had also piqued the Scorpion Demon's curiosity. If the other party had no way to hold him in check, then once the Scorpion Demon escaped, he still would not show Lu Xiaotian much deference. In the Scorpion Demon's view, being able to protect Lu Xiaotian from the Corroding Slaughter Heart Demons and the threats of the Bamo Clan within Luoyang Prison was already enough of a favor.
As for the potential Lu Xiaotian was displaying now, no matter how great it was, he had yet to cultivate to the Golden Immortal level. The world had never lacked geniuses, but how many of them had fallen on the road to becoming Golden Immortals? Of those who had reached Lu Xiaotian's level, which one had been simple?
As the Scorpion Demon entered the great formation, the Scorpion Spirit Avatar automatically swam toward him without needing to be summoned. Its speed was not fast, but every movement was slow and powerful.
Yet just as the Scorpion Soul Body drew near the Scorpion Demon, Lu Xiaotian abruptly extended his left hand and reached toward it. Between his palm, a golden Buddhist seal rippled like water, sending wave after