The Eight Tones of the Heavenly Dragon—pluck, kill, seize, and strike—rang out from the dragon shadows Lu Xiaotian sent forth, each uttering a different dragon tone.
They differed somewhat from the guzheng notes played by the blurry figure, but the gap between them was visibly shrinking.
"So that's how the cave abode's restriction is opened. No wonder this old man could never get in. I simply can't perform a dragon clan divine ability like this."
The Crystal Kui Old Monster shook his head repeatedly. There was more he did not say aloud.
Even if he were truly to perform it himself, he might not achieve the same effect. This was not merely a matter of performing the technique; he also had to synchronize with his opponent.
The changes were many and the transitions swift. Even with his Primordial Spirit, smoothly working them out would not be easy.
To achieve an effect similar to Lu Xiaotian's, the Crystal Kui Old Monster reckoned he would have to pause several times along the way.
Yet Lu Xiaotian had pressed on in one unbroken surge to reach this point, without a single pause.
This could no longer be explained solely by his dragon clan identity. His Primordial Spirit was so powerful that even the Crystal Kui Old Monster could only gaze up at him from far below.
The Crystal Kui Old Monster's wariness of Lu Xiaotian rose another notch for no apparent reason. Perhaps his opponent was beset by troubles now, and powerful experts from the immortal realm might pursue him at any moment.
But as long as Lu Xiaotian survived, the potential of his bloodline and the power of his Primordial Spirit alone meant that no one could imagine how far his Primordial Spirit body might cultivate. It was certainly beyond what the