"You'll find out very soon whether I'm boasting." Lu Xiaotian stood with his hands folded in his sleeves, turning a blind eye to the palm prints hurtling at him from Xuan Yin and Black-White Mystic Lord. Attacks of this caliber were naturally not something he could block, but if he still had to handle such attacks in front of Puppet Emperor, a puppet of Emperor Qinling's stature, what would be the point of defecting to his camp now?
"You actually dare to distract yourself in front of me, you're simply courting death!" Emperor Qinling scoffed coldly, waving his hand casually. Amidst the earthy-yellow waves bearing stone textures, streaks of sword light soared into the sky, directly shattering those palm prints and slashing fiercely toward Black-White Mystic Lord.
Rumble. Black and white mystic light alternated with sword light, quickly scattering over a large area. A ray of light grazed past the chin of the completely black-robed man, directly shaving off several of his hairs. Black-White Mystic Lord was both startled and furious, never expecting that merely making a move against Lu Xiaotian would cost him such a price, truly leaving him with no face to stand upon.
However, having suffered just now, Black-White Mystic Lord became much more cautious. His original strength was already inferior to the puppet body of Emperor Qinling before him, and to distract himself now would truly be courting humiliation.
"I didn't expect that a casual remark during our trip to the Law Mirror Immortal Tree back then would actually come true for Dongfang." Far away in the void, two women and a man watched the fluctuations near Xuan Yin City from afar, their faces inevitably tinged with sorrow.
"Indeed, Pill Saint Dongfang has still walked to our opposite side. Even if we don't make a move