The old bastard hadn't seemed to notice anything beforehand either, so what had he been doing all this time? The One-Horned Snow Demon and the Silverthread Spider Demon angrily cursed him inwardly, then once again intensified their assault on Lou Yikong and Fu Lianyue.
Lu Xiaotian's gaze darkened. Lou Yikong and Fu Lianyue had already revealed signs of defeat. The might of the immortal artifacts on their bodies was indeed extraordinary, enough to make everyone present look askance. The immortal armor was one thing, but the artifacts in their hands were simply too powerful. Their cultivation was insufficient to wield them with effortless control, and prolonged use would inevitably lead to trouble. Lu Xiaotian could rescue them once, but not twice or three times.
After suffering a loss once, these demons had clearly become more cautious. It would no longer be realistic to trick them into falling for the same ploy again.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian was being held back by the three powerhouses—Pi Xiu, the silver-haired old man, and another. For a time, he could not spare enough attention to care about much else and could only strike with feints.
After a brief hesitation, Lu Xiaotian decided to separate from the other three for the time being. These demons' target was him. As long as he broke away and fled into the distance, Pi Xiu and the silver-haired old man would naturally lead their forces in pursuit.
Having made up his mind, Lu Xiaotian brought two fingers together like a sword and pointed forward. A faint sword shadow slashed ahead at astonishing speed. The sword shadow gradually faded until it vanished completely, but Gu Niao was horrified. Although the flying sword had disappeared from his sight, within his artistic conception, a colossal sword that seemed to split the