Fang Qinlong had witnessed Lu Xiaotian's combat strength with his own eyes, so he naturally knew that Lu Xiaotian was a tremendous threat. However, the weakness in Lu Xiaotian was also glaringly obvious: the totem's power hadn't been cultivated by him. If Fang Qinlong used the Turbid World Pupil Lotus to suppress and subdue him—or even kill him—then only the Black Dragon would remain, and that would be much easier to deal with.
Otherwise, if those two were truly allowed to fight with everything they had, Fang Qinlong wasn't at all confident he could handle them.
With a slight movement of Fang Qinlong's divine sense, three dragon-shaped phantoms circled before him, forming a massive portal. Within it, the Turbid World Pupil Lotus, bearing three pupils, bloomed once more.
Petal after petal drifted away, soundlessly sweeping through the void. They looked weightless, yet when they clashed with the Fangtian Halberd, it was as if massive mountains had collided, producing a deep, heavy rumble.
At the same time, a vertical eye appeared between the Lotus Infant's brows. It slowly opened, unleashing a soul-shaking power that burrowed straight into the mind.
Lu Xiaotian quickly turned his head, no longer daring to look at it casually. The world seemed to collapse around him, while dragon roars rose from below. The Black Dragon had sensed that Lu Xiaotian was in trouble, and unleashed several more dragon seals, directly shattering the bizarre ripples from the eye. The dragon shadows surging in from all sides also scattered under the force.
But nourished by the Turbid World Blood Pool, they quickly reformed, seemingly impossible to kill and exerting immense psychological pressure.
Dragon roars rang out without end. The Black Dragon opened its jaws and spat out more than a dozen enormous fireballs. Wherever they passed, shrill cries rang