Yin Pingzhi had clearly underestimated Lu Xiaotian's methods. It was not only Yin Pingzhi—even the many Pill Saints watching from the surroundings, as well as Yihua Daoist, Dongxiao Zi, Black Nether Punishment Lord, and the other Golden Immortal-level powerhouses, had all changed color at the sight of that intimidating sword edge.
"What a terrifying soul-severing sword. It points straight at the heart, strikes fear into the soul, and makes people dread the battle before it even begins. If Eastern Pill Saint can cultivate this sword to an even higher realm, I'm afraid none of us present will be his match."
Yihua Daoist solemnly watched the flying sword suspended in the void, caught between substance and illusion, and spoke in a hoarse voice. Although Lu Xiaotian's current strength seemed to rely somewhat on pill qi, allowing him to unleash such astonishing battle prowess only in this particular environment—
No one could deny that once Lu Xiaotian's cultivation advanced to the Golden Immortal realm, the battle prowess displayed before them would be within reach. Even surpassing it would merely be a matter of time.
For an ordinary Heavenly Immortal, tracing the Dao back to the Golden Palace was extraordinarily difficult. Yet hardly anyone present doubted that Lu Xiaotian could reach such a height. Their only slight difference of opinion was how long it would take him to break through to the Golden Immortal realm.
"Indeed. His pill arts are terrifying, while among Heavenly Immortals of the same realm, his battle prowess is truly even more astonishing than his pill arts. Once he breaks through again, he will inevitably leave us far behind. For now, we can only hope that Fellow Daoist Yin kills him in one stroke. At the very least, he must destroy his Dao Path." Killing intent flickered in Black