As for the immortal army of Nebula City, Xing Yichi made no other demands of Lu Xiaotian.
They were enemies. Even after he finally comprehended the ultimate profundity of the Law Body and unleashed his strongest strike, Lu Xiaotian had still blocked it without a scratch.
His opponent could clearly have defeated him much earlier. Perhaps Lu Xiaotian had let him complete his comprehension out of respect for him, and reverence for the Dao.
But they stood on opposite sides, and one of them was bound to fall for good. Since the fate of his hundreds of thousands of men had run its course, they might as well go with him.
Xing Yichi slowly closed his eyes, beginning to dissolve into specks of starlight that scattered through the void. In the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace.
"Congratulations, Eastern Pill Sage, on defeating a formidable foe."
At that moment, Hun Yong came forward with a smile, a trace of regret in his eyes.
Xing Yichi had been so powerful. Failing to turn him into one of his soul corpses was a tremendous loss.
When Lu Xiaotian had defeated him before, Hun Yong had merely thought that he was indeed weaker than Lu Xiaotian, but that the gap between them was not so vast that it could never be bridged.
Only after witnessing the battle between Lu Xiaotian and Xing Yichi with his own eyes did Hun Yong realize that an unbridgeable chasm now lay between them.
Hun Yong's own strength, as he saw it, came from the several Golden Immortal–level soul corpses under his command.
Lu Xiaotian's strength, on the other hand, came from within. He had only three stone effigy soul corpses under his command, and they were relatively ordinary in strength.
They could not compare