An Xuantian-grade flying sword was something only powerful Immortal Lords could possess, yet Lu Xiaotian had actually brought one out.
The Ancient Buddha Mie Xin, locked in fierce combat with his opponent, glanced at Lu Xiaotian in surprise. For an ordinary Primordial Spirit, having one or two half-Xuantian-grade treasures was already impressive. Controlling a true Xuantian-grade treasure was no easy feat.
One's cultivation alone could hardly meet the requirements; it was like a child trying to wield a broadsword. Yet the flying sword Lu Xiaotian wielded had upended Mie Xin's understanding. It seemed there truly were exceptions in this world.
Mie Xin had initially thought Lu Xiaotian was merely a decent fifth-grade Alchemy Saint. He had not expected him to be such a troublesome opponent. When Lu Xiaotian and the Golden Gu Demon Monk's group had first barged into the Buddhist realm he had laid out, Lu Xiaotian had only been a Daluo Golden Immortal. His strength had been impressive among those of the same rank, but Mie Xin could have crushed him with a single slap.
Now, however, Mie Xin could feel a clear threat emanating from Lu Xiaotian. The Dragon Soul Flying Sword's power was secondary; what mattered was the astonishing sword intent it contained. Most people's cultivation stabilized after they reached the Primordial Spirit stage. It was as if they had suddenly entered middle age—or even old age—falling into a long period of accumulation or stagnation.
Lu Xiaotian, however, was advancing at a tremendous pace. He seemed like a rising sun, still brimming with potential and in the midst of an astonishing surge in strength.
No wonder the Dharma King regarded him so highly. He truly did have exceptional qualities.
Caught off guard, the Three-Tailed Tiger Owl whipped its tails about, lashing toward the flying sword as