If his opponent had merely used that phantom technique to move around, the interference from the soul clouds would have kept Lu Xiaotian from pinpointing the Wind Soul Clan man's exact location. But once the man struck, his biting killing intent came through without the slightest concealment. Hiding from Lu Xiaotian's eyes was no longer realistic.
In fact, Lu Xiaotian didn't even need to look. He could sense the man's location through that thread of killing intent.
Lu Xiaotian merely flicked a finger. A seemingly unremarkable force shot out, and a deep, heavy impact rang through the air. Lu Xiaotian didn't move an inch.
The Wind Soul Clan man was taken aback. Lu Xiaotian hadn't shown much strength in that exchange, but the casual ease of his strike only made him feel more pressured. The demons who had been trapped earlier hadn't found it nearly so easy to break through his attacks.
After his initial surprise, the Wind Soul Clan man was naturally unwilling to be driven back so easily. He thrust the azure wind spike in his hand again and again. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of stabbing shadows and afterimages surrounded Lu Xiaotian.
Bang! Bang!
Lu Xiaotian remained utterly still. Sometimes he struck with his palm, sometimes he flicked his fingers in quick succession, dispelling his opponent's attacks with effortless ease.
"Feng Xiao, come back! You may not be a match for this human Golden Immortal." After watching for a while, the Fire Soul Clan woman grew concerned that Feng Xiao might suffer, and called out to stop him. His eagerness to attack was giving his opponent an opening.
"Yan Ling, don't worry. Taking care of one measly human Golden Immortal is no problem." Feng Xiao was naturally unwilling to admit defeat so easily. In a