"I'm not running anymore. Now come and taste the consequences of angering me." Seeing that Lu Xiaotian had run out of options, Zhou Tong felt a surge of delight and struck out with a palm from afar.
A huge fiery-red palm print descended from the sky, and the mighty, peerless power of a Golden Core cultivator came crashing down on Lu Xiaotian like mountains and seas.
In truth, Zhou Tong did not want to kill Lu Xiaotian too soon. That palm looked imposing, but he had only used two-tenths of his strength. As for its aura, most of it was meant to intimidate Lu Xiaotian. This brat had caused him to lose a great deal of his essence, so wouldn't it be letting him off too easily if Lu Xiaotian died too quickly?
A flicker of surprise crossed Lu Xiaotian's face, but it soon darkened as he realized what Zhou Tong had in mind. He merely wanted to torment him. Though the power of the Golden Core cultivator before him was far beyond what he could match, how could he possibly be overcome by such a bluffing palm? Zhou Tong was underestimating him far too much.
With the Earthsplitter Saber in hand, Lu Xiaotian swung it down, and his biting saber intent collided with the red palm print.
Lu Xiaotian struck several more times in succession. Under his ceaseless swings, the enormous red palm print gradually faded in color until it finally vanished into thin air.
"Not bad. You managed to withstand two-tenths of my strength. No wonder they call you the number-one person below the Golden Core stage. Looks like I'll have to put in a little more effort." Zhou Tong sneered and lashed out with another palm.
Lu Xiaotian inwardly cried out that something was wrong and hurriedly