The effort Lu Xiaotian had poured into the Dragon Soul Flying Sword was no less than that he had invested in the Fangtian Halbed.
Although the various treasures within the Demon-Suppressing Tower were also quite good, after Lu Xiaotian's cultivation reached the Dragon Monarch tier, the might of the Dragon Soul Flying Sword had already established a certain advantage, and with his epiphany last time, it had pulled even further ahead.
At this moment, as he slashed out with a single sword, wherever the blade-edge passed, the compressed spatial force before him and a large number of Void-Scaled Winged Serpents were sliced open as if they were tofu.
The sixth floor inside the tower looked as though an extra river had been added beneath the blade-edge, yet the thunderclouds in front of Lu Xiaotian were completely unaffected. It seemed this sword-edge could distinguish friend from foe and treat them differently.
Hum. With a sword intent that was understated yet carried immense weight, the blade-edge and the purplish-gray flames clashed together without a shred of suspense. Boom!
Seemingly two things light to the absolute extreme, once they truly clashed, the vibration generated was utterly astonishing. The spatial towers encircling Lu Xiaotian twisted and tore under this immense force.
The expressions of both Lu Xiaotian and the Dragon Seal Hierarch were extremely solemn. If the Geng Demon Needles before had only been a mutual probing.
Now it was a true-sense clash, a clash not merely of their combat strengths, but also of their understandings of the Dao of Laws and the Dao of the operation of heaven and earth.
The clash between the two did not stop merely at the level of the sword-edge and the purplish-gray flames; all around them, two faint human figures flickered in and out of existence like