The shadow of the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine crossed the void and came hurtling over. In an instant, it appeared right before him. Only when the waves of yellow-sun divine marrow around Lu Xiaotian's body rippled outward did it manage to slow some of the shadow's momentum.
Even with Lu Xiaotian's formidable physical body, he still felt a tearing pain.
It seemed that the aura of the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine seeped into every opening. Under its threat, the defensive power of the dragon race's divine abilities he had cultivated in the past was weakened by a large margin.
Lu Xiaotian held his breath and focused his mind, quickly recovering his composure. The Dragon-Slaying Guillotine did indeed restrain the dragon race, but a considerable part of its effect came from the killing intent accumulated after it had slain too many dragons. More than anything, it exerted psychological pressure.
The dragon-race body-protecting cultivation method he had painstakingly refined over the years was by no means ordinary. Facing the shadow of the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine, it was not a paper tiger that would collapse at the first strike.
Even a powerful Dragon Lord would find it difficult to react for a time beneath the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine wielded by the Evil Dragon Demon Tuo. This was determined by the suppression inflicted on the Primordial Spirit. Lu Xiaotian's Primordial Spirit, however, was ultimately beyond the level of an ordinary Dragon Lord.
After his initial moment of stunned surprise, Lu Xiaotian quickly reacted. In a battle between experts, even the slightest abnormal fluctuation in one's state of mind could lead to unforeseeable consequences. Lu Xiaotian adjusted to the psychological pressure in a timely manner.
Whoosh! A guillotine shadow tore through the yellow-sun divine marrow and chopped toward Lu Xiaotian's head.
Lu Xiaotian's divine sense stirred slightly, and the Dragon Soul