Thump, thump! Each palm shadow struck Lu Xiaotian with a heavy impact, as though it had slammed into a massive mountain.
The mysterious man's expression turned ugly. It was one thing for a junior like Lu Xiaotian, who had risen so quickly, to cultivate so many divine abilities. But his defense had actually reached such a shocking level as well.
The mysterious man even had to admit that he was inferior to Lu Xiaotian in this regard. If he had taken so many palms in succession, he would probably be moving with some difficulty by now.
Yet Lu Xiaotian was still as vigorous as a dragon and as lively as a tiger, blocking his attacks without the slightest hindrance.
The nine Black Dragons were entangled by the Azure Dragon phantoms. Although they had gained a slight upper hand, they were temporarily unable to advance even an inch. A greenish hue flashed across the mysterious man's face. He could not even deal with a mere junior in a frontal clash—how could he bear the humiliation?
"Net of Heaven and Earth, Sinful-Domain Prison Dragon!"
The mysterious man concealed himself within the Sinful Dragon Waters, his form faint and indistinct. Not only was he some distance from Lu Xiaotian—even if he had been right beside him, with Lu Xiaotian temporarily restrained, Lu Xiaotian might still have been unable to detect him.
Now that he had unleashed his spell without holding back, the fluctuations of law grew stronger wave after wave. The mysterious man was also uncertain when Lu Xiaotian might discover him. Someone with the strength Lu Xiaotian was displaying, who was also a fifth-grade Pill Saint, certainly possessed a powerful Primordial Spirit—perhaps one no weaker than his own.
Rather than passively waiting for his opponent to discover him, it was better to