Shun Ming let out a low grunt. Although his strength was inferior to Yuan Tianshi's, it was not by much. Among the headless white corpses at the Heavenly Immortal level, he was one of the most outstanding. Earlier, uncertain of Lu Xiaotian's exact cultivation, he had acted with extreme caution. After all, Lu Xiaotian had dared to charge alone into an army of over ten thousand corpses, while a similarly sized Qilin army was not far away. How could an ordinary Heavenly Immortal-level dragon clan member possibly have the nerve to come here and throw his life away?
After that exchange, Shun Ming also felt that Lu Xiaotian's strength was extraordinary. If they truly fought to the death, he would indeed make a decent opponent—but that was all. The purity of his opponent's dragon essence was far from enough to make Shun Ming wary. Once he had tested Lu Xiaotian's true cultivation level, Shun Ming grew much bolder. He raised a hand, and three Turbid Immortal Wheels silently closed in on Lu Xiaotian from three directions. The instant the Turbid Immortal Wheels appeared, the surrounding corpse aura abruptly solidified as though it had become tangible. The waves of sound struck the corpse aura and were shattered directly into nothingness.
Lu Xiaotian's gaze sharpened. Among the Heavenly Immortal-level corpse monsters he had encountered, Yuan Tianshi had been the strongest. Shun Ming was only slightly weaker than Yuan Tianshi, and his Corpse Dao Laws had also reached the late stage, not far from perfection.
At this level of cultivation, the Demonic Sound Stone indeed had little effect on him. With a lift of his palm, a Fangtian Halberd appeared in his hand. Amid its vast primordial aura, it also carried the boundless majesty of the dragon clan as he brought the halberd