Upon hearing Lu Xiaotian's words, the green-robed old man was so enraged that he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. He had worked for so long, thinking he had stumbled upon an incredible bargain and could subdue Di Kun while it was injured. He had never expected it to be nothing more than wishful thinking—the flying silver corpse had already been subdued by someone else. What a colossal joke.
"Why didn't you come out earlier?" the green-robed old man asked, his expression turning hostile as he stared at Lu Xiaotian.
"The lightning tribulation was too fierce earlier. Since this junior's cultivation was low, I naturally had to hide farther away." Lu Xiaotian spoke, but inwardly rolled his eyes. If I'd come out earlier, wouldn't everything have been exposed? How could I have borrowed the green-robed old man's strength then?
"If there's nothing else, this junior will be leaving first." Lu Xiaotian cupped his hands and was about to leave with Di Kun.
"You want to leave? Do you think you're still going anywhere?" The green-robed old man looked at Lu Xiaotian as if he were an idiot, then opened his mouth and once again summoned the green flying sword.
This time, the flying sword did not grow larger, but the terrifying killing intent contained within it was astonishing.
Di Kun's body shifted slightly, and the three tails behind him suddenly lengthened. Like three long whips, they rolled through the air and lashed against the green flying sword one after another.
Clang, clang! In a burst of crisp ringing, Di Kun was actually able to withstand a Golden Core cultivator's flying sword with his thick flesh alone. Lu Xiaotian was delighted to see it. However, Di Kun had yet to recover from his serious injuries and had only just advanced.