"Saint!" The human immortal soldiers gazed up at Lu Xiaotian in the sky, their faces full of gratitude. Some of them had been selected by Lu Xiaotian when he traveled throughout the Immortal Realm years ago for their exceptional talents, then cultivated in the Green Fruit Barrier. They had become the backbone of the force, most of them now at the Heavenly Immortal level, with even a handful having reached Golden Immortal.
Most of the others were descendants born later within the Green Fruit Barrier. Given the difference in generations, most had adopted the Page Stone Clan's way of addressing him, calling Lu Xiaotian their Saint.
Lu Xiaotian had stepped in to shield them from disaster, while the Yangyin Venerable had shown not the slightest concern for the lives of his lower-ranked clansmen. The difference between them was plain as day.
"Go claim the fortune that's yours." Without pausing, Lu Xiaotian continued his fierce battle with the Yangyin Venerable as they moved away.
The Yangyin Venerable was still wary of the Great Encompassment Golden Immortals under Lu Xiaotian's command. If they joined forces, even he would struggle to hold them off.
Lu Xiaotian, meanwhile, did not want their battle to spill over and harm the lower-ranked troops. They could be injured or even killed in their own fights, but dying in the aftershocks of a battle between experts at their level would be a miserable end.
After absorbing the flesh and blood essence of fourteen subordinates, the Yangyin Venerable's aura had climbed to its peak.
"Blood Rakshasa Demon Cavern!" The Yangyin Venerable gave a sinister laugh. Blood surged from the demon mirror in a roaring tide, enveloping all the surrounding space.
The mountains rising from the ground exploded, spilling out great waves of blood. Dust and grass flew up from