"How could this be?" Yan Jiu, Chen Zhaofeng, and Wu Fang were all aghast. They couldn't understand how Lu Xiaotian had managed it. The overwhelming attacks within the formation were no illusion. If the three of them had been in his place, even with their God-Severing Robes, they would likely have been swallowed up by the formation long ago.
Yet Lu Xiaotian had strolled through it as if out for a walk. The three could clearly sense his aura leaking out from within the formation; he had evidently found the way out.
While they were still stunned, their vision blurred, and Lu Xiaotian had already appeared just a few miles away, looking completely at ease.
"Maybe he just happened to know how to break this formation. I refuse to believe his cultivation has truly reached such a level. This Dragon's strength is astonishing. I say we should risk everything and capture or kill him, whatever the cost."
Chen Zhaofeng spoke with murderous intent. He had originally thought they could kill Lu Xiaotian inside the formation and had boasted at length. Now their opponent stood unharmed right in front of him, as if he had slapped Chen Zhaofeng in the face several times. Ever since joining the Dragon-Seeking Office, Chen Zhaofeng had encountered the Dragon Race countless times more often than before. Never had any Dragon dared to act so arrogantly in front of him. Even on the few occasions he had met the East Sea Dragon King, the king had been extremely cautious and respectful, never ordering him around just because his cultivation was lower.
Over time, Chen Zhaofeng had inevitably come to think that the Dragon Race was nothing special. Now an object of his contempt had suddenly become an imposing presence before him, and he found it hard