Boom! Another Mountain-Stacking Dragon Seal slammed into Zhao Yuankong. A sound like a mountain collapsing rang out. Zhao Yuankong spat blood and was sent flying backward, his face already as pale as gold leaf.
By the time Zhao Yuankong recovered, Lu Xiaotian's palm had already descended over his crown. An aura of death enveloped him.
"Defeated general, please ask Saint Alchemist Dongfang to grant me a swift death." Zhao Yuankong exhaled a breath of stale air and looked calmly at Lu Xiaotian, without the slightest trace of fear in his eyes.
"Killing a Daluo Golden Immortal just like that would be too wasteful. I'll send you somewhere."
After giving it some thought, Lu Xiaotian realized that apart from that old Poison Master, there were no other Daluo Golden Immortals inside the Green Fruit Barrier.
If he could pull Zhao Yuankong inside, then in the future, Nine-Ren Mountain, Scorpion Demon, and the others would have one more Daluo Golden Immortal as a sparring partner. That would surely help them cultivate their Bodies of Law ahead of time.
Zhao Yuankong's injuries were not light, but to Lu Xiaotian, a fifth-grade Saint Alchemist, they were not much of a problem.
As long as he was willing, he could restore Zhao Yuankong to normal in an extremely short time. However, the Kongyu Immortal Armor on Zhao Yuankong had already been thoroughly ruined and could no longer be repaired.
"What do you mean?" While Zhao Yuankong was still wearing a baffled expression, he suddenly felt the heavens and earth spin. By the time he reacted, he had already arrived in another world. Compared with the dragon race's secret realm, this place was more like a tranquil paradise beyond the mortal world.
Boom! The void trembled. Lu Xiaotian's expression stiffened as he sensed, from afar, spatial